Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Breathing through my nose to ease the churning in my gut, I slowly move to the edge of the bed. There’s already a constant drumming behind my eyes. I need some Advil and water, stat, but before that, I need to figure out where I am and get the hell out of here.
Reaching the edge of the bed, I lean over and grab my boots. My fingers have just barely grazed the fabric of said boots, when I hear the door to the bedroom creak open, and catch sight of the hulking shadow of a man standing in the doorway.
I fully expect for one of the guys I was partying with to walk in. Instead, Sebastian greets me with a scowl. “I’m surprised to see you up so early after drinking all that liquor last night.”
Without answering him, I grab my boots and start to pull them on my feet, ignoring the dizziness I feel as I lower my head.
“You know you couldn’t even walk on your own, right? Getting that drunk is reckless and irresponsible. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you if Rem didn’t get you away from that party?”
“Are you seriously giving me a lecture, right now?” My throat hurts, and the words come out raspy, but I don’t care. I push myself up from the bed, ignoring another dizzy spell. “I don’t need you or Remington to babysit me. I was fine where I was… and with who I was.”
“Debatable,” he says through his teeth, and I’m surprised by the amount of anger contained in that single word. I pretend not to notice and head toward the door with my head held high. I expect him to step away and let me out of the room, but instead, he crosses his arms over his chest. With his wide shoulders filling the door frame, there is no place for me to go past him. He is like a wall in front of me.
“Move,” I order.
“No, you’re going to listen to a whole lot more lecturing before you go anywhere. Plus, how are you going to leave? You gonna walk the ten miles to campus?”
If I wasn’t feeling like shit and had more comfortable footwear available, I would probably say yes, but since neither is the case, it’s going to be a hard pass. “Can I, at least, take a shower and get something to drink before I have to listen to more of this?”
Sebastian’s frown turns into the ghost of a smirk and for some reason that pisses me off even more. “Clean towels are in the bathroom cabinet next to the shower. I’ll make you some coffee,” he says, before unfolding his arms, turning his back to me and walking away.
I didn’t realize the amount of tension in this room, and my body until Seb is gone, and my shoulders slouch down.
How can a simple conversation be so intense?
Shaking my head, I find my way into the bathroom. First thing I do is turn on the water and hold my mouth under the faucet. The cold water hits my parched throat, and it feels so heavenly that I drink until my stomach protests.
After that, I start stripping out of my clothes and turn on the water in the shower. It’s not until I step under the hot stream that it hits me. I’m in Sebastian’s bathroom… naked, using his shower, shampoo, and soap, after sleeping in his bed. I suddenly feel like an intruder, like I invaded his private space, all of this feels terribly intimate. I almost laugh out loud. I had his dick in my mouth the other day, not sure how much more intimate and personal you can get.
When I’m done with my shower, I wrap myself up in one of the fluffy towels and dry my hair with a second one. I already feel a million times better, but then I look at the discarded pile of clothes on the floor, and cringe. I don’t want to slip back into the old dirty clothes I slept in. I wonder what the chances are that Sebastian has some clean clothes for me to wear?
Testing my luck, I sneak out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, wondering if I should go and find him or just try to find something myself. Not wasting too much thought on it, I waltz over to the dresser like I own the place and open the first drawer. Bingo. The drawer is filled with stacks of folded T-shirts. I grab one, drop the towel around my body, and pull on the shirt in one move.
Opening the second drawer, I was hoping for shorts or sweatpants. Instead, I find socks and boxer briefs. Like an idiot, I stare at the black underwear for a moment, imagining them on Sebastian… imagining me pulling them down and freeing his hard cock…