Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Casey had Kristina in a headlock, both flushed in the face and sweating. They paused, looked at me, and nope. I wasn’t going there. I walked right past, put my caddy away, grabbed my phone, and crawled under the covers.
They resumed their wrestling so I put in two earplugs and texted Shay.
Me: I’m sleeping at your place tomorrow night.
Coleman: Okay. Going to sleep now?
Me: Yes.
Coleman: Wanna do some sexting?
I grinned.
Me: No. It’ll wake me up.
Coleman: You sure? I can take pictures.
Me: Don’t send me a di— Before I could finish my text, my phone buzzed, and a picture of a penis was right there. I finished my text, —ck. Is that yours?
I could envision him grinning.
Coleman: You think I have a file of other dick pics to send in an off-chance you’d ever ask for one?
Me: Yes.
Coleman: You know me so well, but what do you think? Mine’s better, right?
I grinned to myself, feeling the slight tension from meeting the girl fade away. Suddenly, the wrestling sounds weren’t as loud, and my bed was becoming comfier. I snuggled down, tucking the cover up over my chin.
Me: You know it is.
Coleman: Still don’t want to do some dirty sexting?
I laughed softly.
Me: Touch yourself.
Coleman: You first.
Me: I already am.
Coleman: You are? Pic?
I made a face.
Me: Gross. No.
Coleman: Okay. I have a good memory. I’m remembering right now.
Me: Still touching yourself?
Coleman: Wishing it were you.
I groaned, and my fingers moved lower on my stomach.
Me: Are you really touching yourself?
Coleman: Aren’t you?
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I pushed two fingers into me, between my folds, and bit down on my lip.
Me: I am now.
Coleman: Fuck.
I widened my eyes. That was all he was going to say?
Me: That’s it? Serious?
Coleman: I’m driving to pick you up right now. Get dressed.
I whelped, throwing back the covers. Lathering some antibacterial gel on, I hurried into some sweats and nabbed a sweatshirt. Socks and sneakers were next, and then I went into the front room. Kristina and Casey were on the couch, a bag of chips between them, and Fifty Shades of Grey on the television screen.
“Let me guess.” Casey pointed at me, a chip in hand. “Sexy times with your man?”
Kristina’s eyes were glazed.
She didn’t say anything, just reached for a handful of chips and stuffed them into her mouth.
“Is that okay? I’ll be here tomorrow night because of classes the next day, but we still have one day left.”
Casey waved me off, popping the chip into her mouth. “You have fun and tell us everything later. We’ll live vicariously through you.”
“Speak for yourself.” Kristina grabbed another handful of chips. “I have a man.”
Casey sighed. “You both have men. I hate you.”
They each waved as I left. Going to the back door, I texted Shay where I was, but it wasn’t long until headlights flashed over the building. His Jeep pulled into our parking lot and turned so the passenger’s door was facing me.
I said as I got in, “Hey.”
“Hey.” He raked me over, his eyes darkened from hunger.
I didn’t have a smart comment to make. I was feeling the same hunger he was, but I reached for my seat belt and looked up.
Everything froze for a second.
I gasped, seeing Phoebe at her window. She wore the same blank and almost dead expression, and she was looking right back at me. There was no reason for me to gasp. It was late at night. She’d been up. It made sense she might be curious about a car’s headlights at night, but it was how she was standing at the window.
Like she’d been waiting.
Like she knew to watch for me.
It sent a shiver down my spine.
Shay was pulling away from the curb, and he glanced over. “What is it?”
I told him about Phoebe, but he only frowned. “Cameron has a sister? I had no clue. What’s she like?”
“She’s . . . odd.”
He shrugged. “Did you want me to say something to Cameron about her?”
“No. I don’t even really know why I said something now.” I still felt unsettled, that was why, but I didn’t know if I should feel that way?
He nodded, and when we got to his place, and in his room, he turned that wicked grin back on. “Now. About that sexting we were doing . . .”
Shay woke me the next morning by trailing kisses up my naked back. He was braced over me, and I looked, my head buried into the pillow. “Morning.”
He grinned, dropping one last kiss to the back of my shoulder. “Morning.” He jumped over me in one smooth and lithe movement, landing quietly on the floor where he didn’t pause as he bent down and scooped up my phone. He tossed it to land on the bed where he just vacated. “Your friends keep calling you. The buzzing woke me up.”