Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
And the thoughts that I should have been there to help my brother.
And the thought that I should have tried harder with Sydni years ago.
And let's not forget the thought that I should have stayed in the band.
So many regrets.
I wait for her to sit with me at the table before I cut into the omelette, because my mom raised me with manners, and high on that list is you don't start eating until everyone is seated at the table.
"So...you had yourself a little binge last night?" Her eyes dance as she chews and swallows. "What brought that on?"
"Just a bad mood, I guess. It's not going to be a habit."
"A bad mood named Sydni or a bad mood named Lisa?"
"Eat your breakfast. And both."
"Neither one of them are worth drinking over, Uncle Tor. You want to turn into a drunken mess again?"
I glare at her for bringing that up. A few years ago I had what you might call a drinking problem, but I'll never go down that road again.
"Not gonna happen."
"Good. Because I'm older now and I'm armed with a cell camera and Instagram. I'll document all your embarrassing drunk moments."
"I'm sure you would, brat."
She tilts her head at me, chewing her lip, and I know that look all too well. It means she's thinking about asking or telling me something. I brace myself, because Kenzi saves all her deepest and craziest conversations for me. "Chloe thinks I should give up my V-card to Jason." She finally says.
I choke on my coffee.
"Chloe should keep her mouth shut. And her legs." Christ. I'm totally not prepared for this conversation, especially hung over. I was expecting her to want tattoo's or nose piercings, or maybe purple hair to match her socks. But not sex.
"Why? I'm seventeen. Almost eighteen. Maybe she's right."
I wipe my mouth. "She's not."
"How old were you?"
"When?"
"Your first time."
"That's different, I'm a guy."
"Well how old was she, then? The girl you did it with?"
Fuck.
"Kenz, you should only be doing that when the time is right. With the right guy."
"I know...but what if the right guy never comes?"
"He will." As I sit here still single at thirty-two. "You're young, just enjoy your life and don't worry about sleeping with guys. Your father will have a shit fit if he hears you talking like this. You want to give him a heart attack?"
She rolls her eyes. "He still thinks I'm five."
"So do I."
She kicks me under the table. "No, you don't. You're not nearly as bad as him. And my mom had to be about fourteen, obviously, when she started having sex."
"I think you should talk to your grandmother about this. Or your aunt? Maybe Rayne? Someone of the female persuasion?"
Her nose crinkles. "Nah. I'd be too uncomfortable talking to them."
"But not with me?"
She shakes her head. "I like talking to you. You listen to me and you don't judge me."
"I'm flattered. But I'm the last fucking person to be giving relationship or sex advice."
I lean back in the chair and push my empty plate away. I can't think about Kenzi having sex. My brain is way too mangled up with visions of her as a little girl and the glimpse of her half-naked ass I saw a few minutes ago. She's growing up too fast. It seems like just yesterday I was babysitting her. Now she's asking me questions about sex and looking less like a little girl and more like a woman. It's confusing as hell, and I have no idea how Asher is dealing with this shit.
"Most of the girls I know have had sex already, way before they were seventeen. With a few guys, even. Not at the same time, though...at least I don't think so. You know what I'm saying, right?" She pauses and I nod, dumbfounded and at a loss for words. "I don't feel that way about any of the guys I've dated, though. I don't even like kissing them," she plays with her napkin and doesn't look up at me. "Do you think maybe there's something wrong with me? Why don't I feel anything yet?"
I suppress the laugh and relief I feel. "No, Angel. I think you're fine."
"Really?"
"Really. You'll feel it when you're ready and when it's the right guy. You can't force it. It should mean something, ya know? Especially your first time. Don't do it just because fuckin' Chloe says to. Just be you, like you've always been. Don't cave to pressure now. That's never been you."
She nods slowly. "I just hate always being the weird one that isn't doing what everyone else is doing. I want to fit in, for once."
"Trust me, you're not the weird one. You're unique. You've always had your own mind and your own plan. I'd hate to see you change and end up like everyone else out there. That would be a shame."