Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“Go write me a Yelp review,” I tease, biting down on my bottom lip, enjoying this part of the conversation that’s turned flirty and fun. “I appreciate the feedback.”
It’s easy.
And comfortable.
“Do you want more feedback? ’Cause I can provide it.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods.
“Okay. Hit me with your highlights.”
“You’ve got great tits.”
Oh my god. I was not expecting him to say that.
“And.” He goes on. “A smackable ass. I wasn’t sure if you were into that, so I didn’t want to, you know, smack it.”
Is my mouth hanging open right now? Drew isn’t talking dirty, but it’s the first time he’s ever spoken to me this way, so all the thoughts are clogging my brain.
“Can we get back to the part where you like my great tits?”
He laughs. “Sure.”
“What part do you like about them?”
“All of it. They fit in my hand.” He holds up his hand to demonstrate as if he were cupping one of my boobs. “And my mouth.”
Is it hot in here?
Am I sweating?
“Did the temperature just rise a few notches?” I tease, hiding my face.
“I don’t think so.” He grins. “Let me tell you, though. The second I saw you at the airport.” Drew lets out a low whistle. “All bets were off.”
“All bets were off?” What does that mean?
“I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from, you know. Thinkin’ about you.”
“So what I’m hearin’ is that it was a good thing you scored the night before you left.”
He scored.
I scored.
Everyone wins.
Funny how that works, innit?
“So you like my boobs, and you like my ass. I guess I should give you a few compliments, hey?”
Drew watches me through the phone intently. No, he is hanging on my every word, waiting for what I’ll say next. The truth is what don’t I like about him? How do I compliment him without going overboard?
Oh God, does that make me sound like a stalker?
“A compliment? I like the sound of that.”
“Oh gosh, the list is endless,” I tease, and in all seriousness, it is. Where do I start?
“Let me see…” I tap my chin as if I have to think about this. “I love your smile and hmm.”
“Just my smile? It’s the same as my brother’s.”
“That’s not true.” I shake my head. “He has that gap in his teeth.”
When we were younger, it was well and truly the only way to tell them apart.
“True.” He laughs. “Proceed.”
He waves an airy hand around, so I continue.
“You have a great chest.”
A great chest? Ugh, that sounds so dumb.
Regardless, he puffs his out in pride. “Thanks.”
“I could seriously rub my boobs on those pecs all day long.” Damn, girl.
I give myself a mental pat on the back for sounding so confident and sexy.
“Whoa. That escalated quickly.”
“Well, it’s true.” I laugh. “When you squeezed yourself into Zero’s boxers, I knew immediately they had to come off.”
“Come off, eh?” He’s lounging back on his bed, lazy and sexy, his eyelids suddenly become hooded. “I feel like I need a reminder about how that whole night went down. I have a terrible memory.”
DEAR DIARY…
No boys like me.
To be clear: NOT THAT I CARE because I am in LOVE with Drew Colter but wouldn’t it be nice if like, someone had a crush on me for a change?? Is that too much to ask, NOT that I would reciprocate? But it would be nice. I’ve had a crush on that stupid idiot for three years and he looks right through me like I’m invisible and every time he’s at my dumb house it’s like I’m not even here and like he’s only here to see his friend.
X Tess
PS: I am SO SO SO sorry I called him a stupid idiot. I take that back. Omg I shouldn’t have said it, what if I jinxed myself and he was about to ask me out but #KARMA
CHAPTER 31
DREW
PRO TIP: IF EVERY GIRL WOULD ARGUE WITH THEIR BOYFRIEND TOPLESS, THEY WOULD WIN THE ARGUMENT EVERY TIME.
I can’t think of a single time I have ever had phone sex with a woman. I know for a fact Dallas and Duke have, since at one time or another they were in long-distance relationships. Drake and I’ve heard Ryann in her room talking to my brother on a video chat, and I’m not an idiot; I know that they were sexting. I just don’t know how to do it myself.
Tess looks gorgeous as usual, and in the mood to flirt, if her teasing is any indication. I can’t quite see through her white tank top, but her nipples get hard, and I can see the little indent of the hard points through the fabric.
That’s enough for me.
“Why are you looking at me that way?” she asks, gazing back at me.
“Honestly, you’re just so beautiful. I just keep kicking myself for not seeing it sooner.”