Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“We need to talk.”
She places her perfectly manicured fingers over my lips. “No.” She shakes her head. “Nothing good ever comes from someone saying, ‘We need to talk.’ And I am not about to let you ruin that kiss. So for now, no talking. Please.”
Her big blue eyes plead with me, and maybe it’s because I can’t say no to her, or because the last thing I want to do is ruin the moment or… maybe it’s because I’m scared as fuck that once I tell her about our night together, everything will change, but whatever the reason, I nod back, agreeing not to say what I was going to say.
“Thank you,” she says, leaning in and swiping her tongue along the seam of my lips. “Now where were we?” Her mouth curves around mine, and that’s all it takes for all thought to fly out the window. Later, I tell myself. I’ll tell her later.
“This is so awesome,” Kendall says, her face lighting up as she takes in the scene. As it turned out, the boardwalk is hosting a wine festival this week, so on top of us checking out the rides, games, and shops during our last night here, we’ll also be tasting wine. Kendall couldn’t be more in heaven.
She threads her fingers through mine and drags me over to the booth, where we purchase wineglasses to use during our wine walk. We spend the next hour going from booth to booth, learning from the different vendors about the types of wines they make: cabernet sauvignon, merlot, pinot noir… They all taste different, but I couldn’t tell you which one is what. Kendall, on the other hand, discusses the various flavors and notes that she tastes in each sip, purchasing a few of the bottles of the ones she loves. So she doesn’t have to carry them, they offer to leave them at the main booth with her info on them.
By the time we reach the end, she’s tipsy from all the wine she drank, and she’s smiling and laughing, looking so carefree and happy. Music plays from the speakers surrounding us, and when a song she loves comes on, she wraps her arms around my neck and says, “Dance with me, Dec.”
It doesn’t matter that we’re in the middle of a busy boardwalk with people all around us, or that someone might spot us—despite me wearing a baseball cap and her wearing an adorable floppy hat—I pull her close and sway to the music. The song picks up, and I take her hand, spinning her out and then back into my arms. She throws her head back, laughing, as I dip her low and then bring her back up, tugging her body flush against mine.
We haven’t discussed the earlier mini make-out session, so I’m sticking with my plan of taking action—showing her how good we are together. And I do just that by dipping her again and, when I bring her up, connecting our mouths in a searing kiss that I know takes her breath away. She gasps at first, then moans when I gently curl my tongue around hers.
“Dec,” she breathes against my lips, her lids fluttering open, and her azure eyes looking at me with more.
I give her one more chaste kiss before I pull back and wrap my arm around her shoulders, tucking her into my side. “What do you say we go check out the rides and games?”
We spend the next couple of hours playing the overpriced games—I win her a stuffed unicorn and a goldfish we give to a kid who squeals in excitement while the parent glares—then go on several rides, including the Ferris wheel, where I make it a point to kiss her at the top. I’m shocked when she pulls out her phone and takes several pictures of us: smiling, cheesing, making crazy faces, and the last one… us kissing.
Afterward, we grab a couple of hot dogs, candy apples, and cheese fries at a local vendor and chow down while Kendall begs me to tell her where we’re going next, and I refuse.
“Pretend it’s a wrapped present for your birthday,” I joke, making her pout.
“Don’t remind me how old I am. We’re going to pretend I’m turning twenty-five all over again.”
“Pretend all you want.” I shrug. “But you’re still the sexiest almost thirty-two-year-old I know, and I’m not telling you where we’re going because it’s a birthday surprise.”
I end my statement with a kiss, and she drops it.
Once we’ve experienced all the boardwalk has to offer, we stop by the wine booth to grab her bottles and then head back to the room. We shower—separately—and then crawl into bed to watch another episode of The Vampire Diaries. The suite has two bedrooms, but we’ve been sharing a bed since the first night and falling asleep while watching the show. Tonight, though, Kendall changes things up a bit, and instead of staying on her side, she lays her head on my chest, snuggling up to my body. I wrap my arm around her, feathering my fingers up and down her back, and within minutes, she’s passed out, with me following shortly after.