Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Okay.”
“Okay, as in a questioning okay? Or okay as in, yes, that’s okay?”
“Okay, as in a questioning okay.”
“Don’t you think it’s crazy that there are variations of meanings for the same word in the English language? I honestly love it though. Words, I mean. I just love words and writing and—”
“Dillon.”
“Oh. Right. So, yeah, the book is like fiction based on fact. I was thinking about us—you know, how we met—and then I thought, Why don’t I write a story about us? Well, not about us. Write the story of how we met. You know, what took me to the island, how we agreed to start hooking up, and my coming here for an extended holiday. But not use our names or any details about you and me, or my mum and Tim, just use the basis of our meeting for the story. I started the first chapter from when I found out that Tim and my mum were having an affair and how I went on my honeymoon, alone. But instead of it being me, my character will have another name—one I haven’t decided on. And so will Tim and Mum, but actually, in the story, she won’t be the heroine’s mum; she’ll be her sister. So, like, changing it up, you know.” I move my hands from his hair, tracing patterns over his cheekbones and jaw, giving his face a little mini massage, like I’ve had in the past when I had a facial. Then, I move my hands down to his chest and start massaging his pectoral muscles.
His eyes are still closed, and he’s quiet. I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.
“West, are you still with me?”
“I’m here.”
“Okay, so of course, you’ll be in the book but not as you. You’ll be the hot guy who my heroine meets on holiday, and I’ll write about her coming to America with him. All of our stuff, but I won’t write the actual intimate things that have happened between us.”
“You mean, the sex we’ve had.”
“Yep.”
“I don’t mind you writing about that.” He pops open an eye and grins.
“I’m sure you don’t. And of course, the characters will have sex, just not exactly like we’ve had.”
“And continue to have.” He closes his eyes but slides his hands up my thighs, his fingers going dangerously close to deterring my thoughts toward actual sex instead of talking to him about writing the fictional sex.
“So, basically, I want to check that it’s okay with you that I loosely use our time together for the basis of my book?”
“What, will my fictional name be in the book?”
“Oh. Huh. Well, I don’t know yet. I haven’t gotten around to choosing names for any of the characters yet.”
“Just putting it out there, but I think King is a great name.”
“King?”
“Of sex.”
“Of course.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll take it into consideration.” I move my hands up to his biceps, working the muscles there. “So, does that mean you’re okay with me writing the book?”
“Sure. You’re not using my name, so it’s fine with me. In truth, I wouldn’t care if you did use my real name.” He lifts that big shoulder of his. “It’s my team that would take issue with it. And my father.”
“I get that. And like I said, it’s fiction loosely based on reality.” I move my hands lower to his abs and start rubbing them. “Thanks for being cool about this. Gah! It’s so exciting. Also, I think I have the title for the book, but I wanted to check with you. I’m thinking of calling it The Two-Week Stand. You know, what we initially called our fling.”
“You were the one who called it that, not me.”
“Oh yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
“Yep. And I like it. I think it’s a cool name for a book. Not that I know much about romance books. So, when it’s finished, will I get to read it?”
“You’d wanna read it?” I’m genuinely surprised.
The only person in my life who has ever asked to read my books is my aunt Jenny. But he’s asking to read it when it’s done, and my heart is going all soft in his direction.
He opens his eyes, looking kind of sleepy and gorgeous. “Course I would. I need to make sure you do my dick and fucking skills justice.”
I poke him in the side, making him jump.
“I wanna read it because you’re writing it.”
“And for the sex scenes.”
“Well, obviously.”
I start massaging his shoulders again.
“So, while we’re on the subject of favors, I have one to ask myself.”
My hands pause on his shoulders. “Okay.”
“Well”—he sighs—“I have a party that I have to go to in a few weeks.”
“Okay.”
“And I was wondering if you’d come with me.”
“You’re asking me to go to a party with you?”
“Yep.”
My chest fills with happiness. “Of course I’ll go with you.” I start massaging him again.