You Might Be Bad For Me Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
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Her lips are parted and her eyes dart between my gaze and where Carter’s standing behind me.

All I wanted was to give her a small kiss. So, I do, just a short one on her lips. Pressing my mouth to hers and making sure to run the tip of my nose over hers. The cops already know; people are already talking. Might as well give them a show.

That shy smile I love plays on her lips and she can barely look me in the eyes.

“You nervous?” I whisper against her cheek before pulling away. Her wide eyes stay on mine as she settles into the seat and answers honestly in a single breath, “Yeah.”

CHLOE

My heart’s being stupid. It keeps fluttering and flipping all sorts of ways like it’s trying to escape or run away. I try to swallow again, but I can’t. Instead, I snuggle closer to Sebastian on the sofa, although every inch of his side is covered with mine right now.

It’s just sex.

I keep reminding myself. Every time the nerves work their way up from my heart to my brain, I have to remind myself. It’s just sex.

Not just that, but every part of me feels like it was supposed to be this way. Like Sebastian was meant to have me. Even the little bits of me hidden away in the pages of my books, all the way down to the marrow in my bones; it was supposed to happen like this.

I haven’t told him, although I almost did earlier. We were sitting on the sofa, but not cuddling like this, sitting cross-legged, and eating Chinese food from the cartons. He’s been good at keeping the conversation going and giving me those cocky smiles. I think he’s drawing it out on purpose.

First dinner and now a movie, although it’s almost over.

And thus, my heart is doing that stupid thing knowing the movie will be over soon. I swallow it all down as best I can and nestle my head into Sebastian’s chest.

“You comfortable?” he asks me although it sounds like he’s picking on me. I only hum a response.

“You can’t go to sleep,” he tells me, and instantly my eyelids fall shut just to fuck with him. He shrugs his shoulder and I give him a look.

“Stop moving,” I complain in as flirtatious of a voice as I can and feel pride rise when he rewards me with that charming smile of his that drives me wild.

He smells like fresh woods, the kind you want to get lost in; his body is hard and dominating. Every piece of him chiseled like Adonis. I splay my hand on his chest and revel in the fact that he’s letting me.

Back in school, I thought that he was avoiding me because he was older. At least at first. Then when I realized who he was and why everyone else avoided him, I wondered how a boy like him could be interested in a girl like me. The more he avoided me, the stupider I felt.

When the only piece of reality you crave is revealed to be all in your head, it does something awful to you.

“I like you coming to me after work, but I could have picked you up.” Sebastian starts up a conversation as the credits to the comedy scroll on the screen. If someone asked me to repeat a line from what we just watched, I’d come up with nothing. All I’m thinking about is how Sebastian is going to fuck me.

I’ve masturbated but I don’t know if I have a hymen or not. I’ve used a few toys I’ve read about in books although I don’t often feel the need to do that. Not unless I read a steamier romance. Or one where the hero reminds me of Sebastian.

“I wanted to leave work early. It was a short walk.” I answer him with a shrug and try to keep my train of thought on the fact that he hasn’t made a move yet. He hasn’t done anything other than to put his arm around my shoulder and pull me to close to him under the covers on the sofa.

“You sure like to walk everywhere,” he remarks like he doesn’t like it.

“I don’t mind it.” It’s one of the things that took me a long time to do alone. I don’t know if it’s because I was old enough to understand what happened to my mother, or if I was always afraid of walking alone, but learning to accept the fear and proving it wrong is one way to cope. “Sometimes it’s nice,” I add, swallowing down the memories that beg to ruin this moment.

Sebastian shifts on the sofa and it dips, making me fall slightly.

“You ready for bed?” he asks me, pulling me back up by my waist and shifting me into his lap. His warm breath tickles my shoulder as he kisses me for the first time since we came back to his place. Right on the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my body and hardening my nipples.


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