Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
“Ohhh. A picnic.” She nods, satisfied with my answers. “Okay, that’s nice.”
My smile widens. “Yup.”
“Was there any making out involved?” Lila wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
Oh, we made out. A lot. For hours. I can still feel him on my lips, and the ghost of his touch over my body. On my face, my hips…
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re getting more action than I am.” Lila pouts.
I finish my slice of pizza and lick my fingers. My mother would have possible heart failure if she saw me licking my fingers. Riley! That’s very unladylike, she’d gasp dramatically.
I take my second slice from the box and settle against Lila’s pillows. “Well, Maddox is right there if you want some action.”
She frowns. “Maddox is my friend.”
Ah yes. Enemies to friends. How…peculiar and unexpected. I don’t know how it happened. But one day, Lila and Maddox called a truce to their rivalry. The pranks ended and they walked into Berkshire Academy as partners, instead of foes.
I even walked out to check if the sun had disappeared from the sky, because that’s how shocking their ‘friendship’ was.
I don’t know how this relationship will evolve, but it’s interesting to see Maddox softening toward Lila. His assholery has no limits, but Lila is fierce and stubborn. She knows how to handle him well. Maddox might deny it, but I think Lila has won this war.
He’s like putty in the palm of her hands and she doesn’t even realize it yet. He follows her around like a little puppy.
Or Poodle— as Lila likes to call him.
“You friend-zoned him. I bet if you ask him for sexual services, he’ll be all over you.”
“Riley!” Lila gasps. “I’m not asking him for sexual favors; he’s my friend.”
“A friend who wants to sleep with you. He’s made his intentions pretty clear. I mean, he looks at your ass more than your face.”
Lila doesn’t deny my words because she knows they’re true. She rolls her eyes instead. “Maddox is an ass man, what can I do? But we promised each other. No sex. If we have sex, it defeats the purpose of us being friends.”
There’s one thing I like about Maddox. He might be a jerk, but he respects Lila’s boundaries. “Friends with benefits,” I suggest, pursing my lips to hide my grin.
“Ugh, Riley! Stop giving me bad ideas!”
“It’s not a bad idea if you end up having mind-blowing sex. He sure looks like he knows how to work his tool. You’ve heard the girls talk, the ones who’ve had sex with him.”
“His tool?” Lila stares at me for a second, before bursting into giggles. “Seriously, I think you need to stop talking now. I don’t want to think about girls gushing over Maddox’s tool.”
“I mean, aren’t you at least curious?”
“Curious about what?”
“What his dick looks like.” I raise an eyebrow questioningly. I know my best friend and I know she’s curious by nature. I also know she must have envisioned Maddox’s dick in full detail.
Lila flushes and averts her gaze.
“You have!” I accuse, a laughter bubbling from my chest. “Look at you blushing!”
She crosses her arms over her chest, pouting. “He is my friend and guess what? I have great self-control.”
Ah…I wonder how long her so-called self-control will last.
I know it will happen.
One day.
Maybe not tomorrow, or next week. But I know both Maddox and Lila will eventually succumb to the sexual tension between us. Either he will break first, or Lila will. And when they do, it might just be volatile. Because that’s how intense they are together.
“What about Grayson? Still the gentleman?” Lila asks, shoving the last bite of her pizza slice into her mouth.
“He hasn’t touched me below the waist yet.”
“Ugh.”
There’s one thing about Grayson. He’s a little too thoughtful and too respectful. I know he wants me; I’ve felt just how hard his dick gets during our heated make-out sessions, but he’s never made a move beyond our kisses. I know he’s giving me time, that he wants to take this slowly.
But—
I think I am more than ready now.
If only I had a way to tell him that.
He wants me, I know it. I see it in his heated stares and feel the fevered passion in his touches. But I need his passion without the clothes between us, without a barrier.
I need skin to skin.
I don’t know how this happened, or how exactly it began.
I don’t understand how my heart has quickly become entangled with his.
My anxiety comes with a lot of overthinking and trust issues, but somehow, my gut instincts tell me that Grayson is trustworthy. He is safe. I knew he was, since the night in the alley. Because if he was a dangerous man, someone with vile intentions, he wouldn’t have let me go that night. Like he once said…it was kismet that brought us together.