Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to go out.” Her muffled voice comes at me from under the pillow, and I sigh before walking to the bed and tugging it from her grasp.
“That’s mine.” She glares, trying to take the pillow back, but I toss it across the room.
“Get up, Hanna.”
“No, Walker.”
“Baby.” I sigh again, scrubbing my hands down my face. “I know you’re sad, and I know a lot has happened, but you can’t just stay in bed.”
The truth is, I’m fucking worried about her. She’s hardly eaten without me forcing her to and has cried so much I’m shocked she still has tears left. And even with me understanding she lost someone and had to go through what she did, I know it’s not healthy for her to keep going like she is.
Which is why I called her parents two days ago and offered to pay for their plane tickets to fly over. They didn’t take me up on my offer, but they’re here after arriving this morning and are staying at the furnished rental I found for her near Douglas and Blair’s. A cute little house I hope she loves, while we figure things out.
“I can, because I’m an adult, so that means I get to do whatever the hell I want.” She rolls away from me, giving me her back.
“We have an appointment to look at a place. Get up.” I rip the blanket off her, and in an instant, she’s rolling back over and looking up at me through narrowed eyes.
“Did you not hear what I said about not being able to afford living in the city?”
“Did I say it was in the city?” I counter, and she lets out a huff.
“Fine.” She sits up. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
With an annoyed groan, she gets off of the bed and walks past me to the bathroom, and a second later, I hear the shower turn on. With a deep breath in and out, I go back into the living room and wait for her while I finish up some work I’ve been doing.
“I’m ready. Are you happy?” she asks, appearing in the living room a few minutes after I hear the blow dryer shut off, and I fight back a smile.
“I want to say yes, but I have a feeling that will piss you off.”
“You’d be right.” She sighs, walking to me, and her arms wrap around my waist. “I’m sorry I suck right now.”
“You don’t suck. You’ve had a lot going on.”
“Yeah,” she agrees quietly. “I just hate this. I feel like there’s no closure and that my whole life is just up in the air.”
“I know.” I cup her face in my hands. “Just stick with me. Things will get better.”
“I don’t even know why you’re still here, putting up with me.” She says, and the pain in her voice makes my chest hurt.
“You’re stuck with me like a bad tattoo,” I whisper, and she laughs softly. Shit—when was the last time I heard that from her? It’s been a while. “I missed that sound.”
Her face softens, and she leans up on her tiptoes, grabbing my jaw in her hands. “Thank you, and I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize baby, I just want you to be happy.”
“I don’t deserve you.” She presses her mouth to mine and touches my bottom lip with her tongue. The offer of her taste is too much to pass up, and I deepen the kiss and turn her toward the counter, lifting her to sit on it when she whimpers.
As her hands wander up the front of my shirt, I move mine to the waist of her jeans and unclasp the button. Just as my fingers start to slide under the edge of lace, I groan, “Shit,” as I tear my mouth from hers.
“Don’t stop.” She attempts to use her legs to pull me closer.
Fuck, fuck. Fuck.
“We gotta go,” I remind myself and curse my stupidity. I should have gotten her out of bed earlier or not given her parents a time we’d be arriving.
“Oh yeah,” she pants against my lips, and I pull my hips back when she attempts to shove her small hand down the front of my jeans.
Pulling her down from the counter, I place her on her feet and adjust my dick. “Go get your bag so we can take off.”
“What?” She blinks up at me, looking dazed and absolutely fucking gorgeous with her lips swollen.
“Your bag. Go get it while I order a cab.”
“You’re serious?”
Un-fucking-fortunately. “Yeah, baby.”
With one last confused glance, she disappears into the bedroom, and I adjust my dick once more and give myself a pat on the back for self-control before ordering us a car.
Pulling up to the house I found and had Douglas scope out for me before I sent the owner a deposit, I watch Hanna’s expression as she looks out the window.