The Hardest Fall Read online Ella Maise

Categories Genre: College, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
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I didn’t understand a thing she was saying, but before I could respond, JP jumped in. “So, you’re sending me away, huh? And here I thought we had something special.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Sorry. I didn’t see you follow him in here, and I didn’t realize this was the bathroom anyway. If I’d seen you, I would’ve waited outside. I had no idea guys did that going-to-bathroom-together thing. It’s sweet that you do though.” Her eyes met mine for a second before she quickly looked away and addressed JP again. “It’ll just be a minute, really, then you can come back and have him all to yourself.”

He arched a brow at her but otherwise stayed quiet.

She glanced at me, and whatever she saw on my face made her wince. “Sorry, that sounded bad, didn’t it? Not that being gay is bad or anything. I shouldn’t have assumed. My friend is gay, and I know how hard it is when people say the most stupid fucking things and how much he—”

JP laughed and shook his head. “You should stop while you’re ahead, girl. My offer still stands if you want to come find me after you’re done with my boy here.”

After that, he opened the door and left me alone with her. Crossing my arms over my chest, I relaxed against the sink.

She turned back to me, let out a long breath, and smiled nervously. “That was bad, wasn’t it?”

“The whole thing, or just the last part?” I couldn’t help myself; I smiled back at her. I’d had some girls do crazy things to get my attention so they could get in my bed, but I didn’t think that was what was happening here.

With a grimace on her face, she shook her head, eyes dropping to the floor. “I just assumed this was your room and you would be alone and then when I came in, you had your…ummm…and then he was in here with you…” She met my gaze then quickly looked away. “And your…thing was out, and then it all went to hell from there.”

Yeah, she was not the type who chased after football players.

Another nervous laugh and she was backing away from me toward the door.

“So, I’m sorry? And…thank you?”

My smile grew bigger. “For what?”

She rubbed her hands on her jeans, shook her head, and just appeared miserable as she looked anywhere but at me.

“At this point? If I’m being honest, I really don’t know. Thank you for talking to me? For not kicking me out? For letting me see your penis?” Her eyes closed on their own and she shook her head, took a couple steps back, and lifted her hands, palms out, pausing when her back hit the door. “I didn’t mean it like that—I wasn’t trying to see your penis or anything like that. I told you, I didn’t even know this was the bathroom. I mean, I assume it wasn’t your best moment, so why would I wanna see”—her hand gestured toward my crotch area—“your…that…but it looked like you’re a shower instead of a grower so that must be…good for you? Congrats? Not that you’d want a stranger to congratulate you on something like that, but you’re a football player, so maybe you like compliments?”

For a few seconds, the silence stretched between us and I was unable to hide my grin. Now that my dick wasn’t out and JP wasn’t with us to put the moves on her, I took in her features: straight brown hair that framed her face and reached just below her shoulders, pale skin, big doe eyes that were something between hazel and green—I still hadn’t decided—slightly plumper bottom lip, flushed cheeks from what I assumed was embarrassment. And then there were other things, like her C-cup boobs trying their best to rip through her tight t-shirt—I did have eyes, after all—her hourglass figure, and great fucking legs—not too thin, not too thick, just perfect for my taste.

I made sure to look into her eyes and nowhere else as I ran my hand over my short hair. Considering where my mind was going, I didn’t think it was smart to spend more time with her in a bathroom. “You remind me of my sister,” I said, completely out of nowhere, shocking both of us. “You’re a little shy, aren’t you?” She did remind me of Amelia. When she was nervous, she talked endlessly, too, did a lot of rambling. Even though she knew she didn’t make much sense, she couldn’t stop it. Being shy was the only answer that made sense.

She laughed and seemed to sag against the door. “You seeing me as your sister doesn’t bode well for me, especially if you knew what I was trying to ask—not that you should see me as someone who you would want to or could…just forget about that. What made you think I was shy? Wait. Wait.” She raised her hand. “I take that one back too. Don’t even answer that.”


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