Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“No. What do you mean, that makes it worse?”
He groans, running a hand through his short, dark hair. “You don’t want to know.”
“Well, I wanted to know before, and now, having you say that makes me need to know even more.”
He sighs, and I’m pretty sure that means I’m going to get my way…which is kinda cool. I’m always the one trying to give everyone what they want, so this—Perry doing it for me—makes me feel…I don’t know, important.
“You’re basically irresistible, Puppy. And the fact that you don’t know you’re adorable and irresistible makes you more adorable and irresistible. It’s fucking with my head.”
My dick twitches, heat spreading through my groin, and I can’t help but shoot a glance down there because, yep, I’m getting a little hard.
“Oh,” I reply—because what else can a guy say to that?
“See? I did say you didn’t want to know.”
“But I do. I’m glad you told me, but, um…pepperoni?”
He laughs, grabs a pillow, and smashes it into his face with a muffled scream.
“Was that adorable too?”
“Shut up, Puppy.” He gets on his phone to order our food, and when he’s done, grabs his laptop and sets it in front of us. We lie on our stomachs. “Where do I find this weird cartoon stuff?”
“It’s not weird cartoon stuff,” I grumble, then head to the site and log in to my account. I pick Run My Town. It’s got action and intrigue, with some Mafia thrown in. I hope it’s something that will keep Perry’s attention. “We can do something you want afterward. Or first? And if you hate it, you have to tell me, and we’ll stop.”
“I told you I would watch it, and I will. We’re not doing something I want first. You earned it.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Yes, you did. Now be quiet so I can watch.”
We get through the first episode before the doorbell rings, and Perry leaves to get the food. He comes back with a two-liter soda, a large pizza, plastic cups, and napkins.
“Should we watch something else while we eat?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m digging this.”
I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic, but I go with the flow. I sit up, and we situate ourselves on the queen-size bed so the box is in front of us. Perry pours our drinks, and we watch anime while sharing our late dinner.
I’m watching the screen, my eyes riveted on the laptop while I set my crust down in my pile of others and reach for another piece. When I do, my hand touches his, a static zip shooting up my arm, then taking a weird, confusing detour to my dick, which twitches again. I mumble, “Sorry.”
“You should be. I can’t believe you touched my hand.”
“Ha-ha.” I play along, but really, my thoughts and feelings are confirming what I thought before I came over here: I must be bi.
How does one say that after the mix-up we already had and then swearing I’m straight?
I eat another piece of pizza, leaving the crust like I always do, following it with a drink. We eat it all, and then Perry sets the box on the ground so we can lie on our stomachs again.
“Are you sure you’re okay to keep watching it?” I ask him.
“For sure. I had no idea it’s queer.”
I whip my head in his direction because, um…what? “Who’s queer?”
“The two main characters who are totally fucking behind the scenes?”
“No they’re not. They’re just friends.”
He stares at me for a moment, eyes wide like he’s waiting for the punchline before a loud laugh jumps out of his mouth.
“What? Why are you laughing at me? I’ve watched this whole season, and they’re one hundred percent not hooking up! I think I would remember that. Not that I’d have a problem if they were, but they’re not.”
“Oh, my sweet summer child. You really don’t have a clue, do you? The sexual tension is crazy thick. I bet they’re fucking in the next season and you find out they were the whole time.”
Annoyance prickles at me. There’s no way I missed that, but then, he’d been flirting with me, and I didn’t have a clue.
Still, I grab the pillow he’d screamed in earlier and smack him with it.
“Hey. What did I do to deserve that?”
He tries to pull it out of my hand, but I squeeze tighter. I don’t know who actually starts it, how we go from trying to pull the pillow from each other’s hands to wrestling around on his bed, but we do. Perry’s muscular body presses and rubs against mine as we play tug-of-war with the pillow. We roll around, him on top, then me, the temperature in my body going up even more as every place he touches me pulses and throbs with…something. Awareness, yes, but maybe more.
Perry tries to get the upper hand again, arching and trying to throw me off him with his body. The vibration in my body grows, spreads out, gets stronger and stronger. It distracts me, which is exactly what Perry needs to flip us, him lying on top of me. My legs spread open, his body between them, our chests touching, both of us breathing heavily while he looks down at me.