Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“I missed you so much,” I blurted out. “I missed you so fucking much, even though it was just a few days, and even though you texted me sexy as hell pictures every night. I missed talking to you in person and being able to get dinner with you and hell, even things like being able to go to the fucking grocery store with you. I know you deserve the world, and I hope you get the job in Switzerland, but suddenly I feel like I don’t know how to live without you, and I’m just feeling so many things—”
“I didn’t get the job, Mitch,” Evan said, squeezing my thigh.
I froze in place. My heart was still beating wildly in my chest, and I realized that I’d brought one of my hands to the fabric of Evan’s jersey, and I was clutching it hard.
“You… what?”
“I didn’t get it,” Evan said. “They were very quick to follow up with me, and very kind in their rejection, but… yes. I got the email when I turned my phone back on, after my flight landed.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered, my mouth a little dry. “I’m so sorry, Ev, I had no idea.”
He shrugged one shoulder. “You win some, you lose some,” he said.
“You weren’t going to tell me you didn’t get the job?” I asked.
One side of his mouth quirked up in a smile. “I was going to wait until we were back in the car.”
“How come?”
“So that I could tell you I wasn’t going anywhere, and that I’m staying in Amberfield with you, and we can fuck like bunnies and do this anytime we want—”
He leaned over and crushed his lips to mine, bringing his hands to either side of my face.
I let out a deep moan as every inch of my body melted into the seat below me.
He wasn’t going anywhere.
Evan was going to be here, with me, in Amberfield.
He kissed me deeply, throwing a leg over my lap and straddling me in the driver’s seat. It was cramped as hell, but it was perfect. He was close to me, closer than anyone ever had been, and I was going to keep him that way.
“I’m so sorry you were rejected,” I murmured against the skin of his neck as I pressed small kisses there. “I’m so sorry you have to stay in this small town. I’m so sorry that you’re going to have to deal with me wanting you badly, probably every fucking day.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, pulling in a slow breath. “You sound super sorry.”
“The most,” I said. “I’m sorry you’re going to have to come in my hand, my mouth, or my ass, any time you want.”
He groaned deeply, squeezing his hands on my chest.
“I’m sorry you’re going to have to eat my questionable meals, and that you’re going to have to tell me every time what temperature is best for roasting chicken.”
“Fucking adorable,” he muttered.
I pulled back a little, looking up at him. He was still straddling me, and his eyes were half-lidded, full of something that could only be love.
“Most of all, I’m sorry that you’re never gonna be able to get rid of me,” I said. “Because I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, Evan Bailey. I want you so fucking badly.”
“I’m all yours,” he whispered, licking his lower lip. “I always have been.”
I caught his lips in mine again. I was desperately turned on, swimming in emotion, and honestly a little more lost than I’d ever been. But I was so in love. And for once, love was the only thing that made sense.
“No, we definitely have to show her episode 4 first,” Zach said, his eyes wide. He was sitting on the couch, remote control in hand, looking at me intently.
“But don’t you think, for the true Star Wars experience, she should watch the movies in order?” I asked. “Starting with Episode 1, of course.”
“No, no, no!” Zach said, a smile on his face despite his rising tone. “Sophia has never seen any Star Wars movies. We have to start her off with the ones that came out first, the same way everybody else watched them.”
Evan and I had just gotten back from the airport, ready to tumble into bed together, but we’d found Zach and Sophia sitting on the couch when we came through the door. Apparently, Evan and I weren’t the only couple who had become “official” in the last two weeks.
I’d told Evan he would get every inch of me later that night, and he’d agreed that we could eat dinner and watch a movie with the kids first.
Of course, now every time I looked at Evan I had to resist dragging him back to my bedroom immediately. But sometimes the anticipation only made things better.
“Hey, you weren’t even born when the first couple Star Wars movies came out,” Evan called out from the kitchen.