Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 119212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 596(@200wpm)___ 477(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
She turned more into me and whispered to my chest, “They won’t tell. I promise.”
Christ.
“That was for you.”
“I know, and I really appreciate it.” She lifted those eyes up to mine. A whole wave of something strong rushed through me. Then she added, “They’re my family.”
Fuck.
I groaned. “I’m going to regret this.”
“No, you won’t. I promise that, too.”
Still. I just sent someone out of the country whom I considered family, so my confidence was a little shaky on that front.
I hugged her, hard, because I needed that. “Okay. Trusting you.”
“Are you going to ask what we did with his phone?”
I didn’t know who asked that question, and I didn’t look up as I shook my head. “No way in hell.”
Someone whispered, “Plausible deniability.”
45
Cheyenne
Cut was leaving for an away game today, and waking up, I didn’t want to move from the bed. My bladder did, but my heart was holding firm.
I rolled over, and Cut was staring right at me. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Then, I grinned. “Not so long ago, I might’ve rolled to the floor and army-crawled to the bathroom before running and hiding behind the tree hedges on the sidewalk.”
His eyebrows went up. “That’s what you did that morning?”
I nodded. “Not my finest decisions.”
He grunted, then softened. “It worked out.”
“It did.”
I stretched, smiling at him, and I was feeling all these mushy feelings. Someone like me didn’t get these feelings, and if we did, we lost ’em right away. They were taken from us. It was the rule of the universe, but damn. I’d fallen so hard for him.
No. I’d already been there, just had to let myself remember those feelings.
“What’s wrong? I can see it on you.”
As always, Cut saw me. Well, except for those times in high school when he had no clue who I was.
And that reminded me. “I went to a hockey party at Silvard, when you were there.”
“Really?” He sat up, sitting against the backboard.
I nodded, rising up to sit back on my knees. My ass was on my heels. “You didn’t go to a lot of the parties, so I only went to the big ones.”
He sighed, leaning his head back. “Like I told you, I was all about hockey.” His gaze fell down to the opening between my breasts. The cleavage was loose and open with this tank. I considered sleeping in his shirt, but Cut gets hot in bed. And he cuddles. Hence the tank instead of a full-on shirt. I was happy I picked this one now.
His eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to the side. “I missed out on a lot.”
“But you’re doing your dream.”
“I am. Yeah.”
I narrowed my eyes now back at him, my head cocking to reflect his. “Are you not happy with where you’re at?”
He picked up my hand, but he didn’t tug me toward him. He played with my fingers, running his up and down and around my palm.
I was trying to ignore the tickling that was mixing with the sensual sensations. Both were zipping through me.
He murmured, lifting my palm to fit against his, our fingers flat, “I would’ve wanted you back then.”
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“I would’ve.”
“You saw me in high school, and you didn’t.”
“Once.” He gave me an admonishing grin, holding up a finger.
I reached for it, and he laughed, catching my hand instead, and this time he tugged me onto his lap.
I fitted over him, straddling him, and I leaned back. Our faces were inches away from each other. We stared at each other.
His eyes roamed over my face, falling to my lips. “I remember you in high school.”
“You’re lying.”
“No. I remember you. It took a beat. I didn’t remember right away, but you were leaving here the other morning and you looked back. You said, “Hey.” And I remembered you. I remembered liking you, too, but then one of the girls asked me about my hockey game, and when I looked back, you were gone.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded, his hands falling to my hips and he started kneading me there. His thumbs slipped under my underwear. “I looked for you later, too, but I never saw you again. I thought one time I did, but by the time I caught up to you, it wasn’t you. It was some other girl.”
“I was in the car when Chad had to come out to talk to Natalie.”
My heart pounded. I had no idea why it mattered. It shouldn’t. It was so long, so trivial, so minute, but… it did. It mattered.
“I couldn’t see you. And he told me that his mom had to give some girl a ride home.” He lifted up a hand to my chest, pressing it flat between my breasts. He felt how hard it was pounding. “I don’t believe in love at first sight. Never have, but I know it exists for some people. I also don’t believe that you and I aren’t going to work out if I hadn’t remembered you in school. People are people. Boys are generally stupid at that age, and usually only thinking about sex. I was thinking about sex and hockey, mostly hockey. But I’m not lying about when I remembered you and I remembered noticing you.”