Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“I want you,” I nod, bringing my mouth to hers in a hard kiss.
This seems to spur Kathleen into a flurry of emotions.
She straddles my lap so that her chest is pressed to mine, and through the T-shirt and sweats I gave her earlier, I can feel her hard nipples against my skin. The deep kiss that comes next feels a lot like a catalyst.
I need to have this woman, and I want her now. But, with Stevie on the sofa, it’s too risky. I have to keep my hunger for her under control for now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathleen
I’m trying very hard not to laugh as Stevie pulls me out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I keep my eyes closed as instructed, waiting for the signal that I can actually open my eyes. They have been closed since we left the apartment.
It’s the day after our impromptu move-in, and Eddie told me not to go into the club.
Night has fallen over the city, and I could hear the sounds of passing cars and honking horns as we were driving. When we finally pulled up at the destination, Stevie made sure to keep me in the dark. Now, he seems so very excited to be the one that keeps whatever secret it is to himself.
“No peeking,” Stevie tells me, holding my hand squeezed tightly in his own as he waits for Eddie to get out of the car. “You have to keep them closed.”
“I’m not peeking, Stevie,” I tell my little brother, finding myself ruffling my little Stevie’s hair with my other hand. I am peeking just a little. “I would never.”
“Kat, come on,” Stevie complains as he draws out the words in his mouth, smacking his lips. He used to always do that when he was younger.
I ruffle his dark hair a little without even looking at him, and he quickly uses his other hand to alter any damage I might have done to his hair.
“Sorry, kiddo,” I say, a faint smile pulling at my lips as I try not to laugh at him.
“You can open your eyes now!” Stevie cries happily, jumping up and down in place. “Look, Kat! Look, look, look!”
I open my eyes, blinking a few times as my sight adjusts to the street lamps and the passing car headlights. I can’t help but pull in a sharp breath when I realize where we are, my eyes falling on the theater’s big, wooden entrance. “We’re here,” I can barely mutter, absolutely gobsmacked. “The Atlanta Shakespeare Company’s theater. I can’t believe I’m back here.”
“You love it here,” Stevie says with a big grin, growing increasingly nervous when I don’t immediately react with what he must have hoped would be surprise excitement. “Mom used to take you here. She told me she would take you in October when she had more money. Because you love Halloween.”
“I liked Macbeth because of the witches,” I nod dully, still so very surprised to be back here. I always loved watching the three witches when I was a little girl.
Stevie looks up at Eddie in his leather jacket, and I know he’s hoping that he understands what’s happening better than him. He must think I’m mad at him or unhappy with him somehow.
It’s not true.
I’m just a little overwhelmed.
I tear my eyes away from staring at the building that resembles a medieval castle, looking down at my little brother as he smiles at me.
“I do, and she did. I just…how did you know that, Stevie? I didn’t think we ever talked about it.”
“I remembered it, silly!” Stevie proudly states with a smile as he looks at me with my same green eyes echoed in his youthful little face. “Eddie asked me what you might like to do, and now we’re here! Isn’t it awesome, Kat? This is so cool!”
“I love it,” I answer him, moving to hug my brother though I’m overwhelmed. The fact that Eddie cares enough to do this makes my heart sing for him even more. “Thank you both.”
It isn’t until we’re actually inside the theater that the full emotions of it hit me where I stand. I realize I haven’t been back inside this place since my mom had her problems, and I put a hand to my chest.
The music is so familiar to me, like a haunting melody, and it feels like I’ve fallen into one of my memories.
Eddie stops me as I go to sit at one of the lower seats in the theater, as I would have with my mom.
The balcony seats are private, exclusive compared to the others, and that’s where Eddie takes us both. I have never been in a box section before, never mind here with my mom, knowing how overpriced the theater often sold them for. I could have never come here without Eddie doing this for us.