Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 129354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
“Oh Christ, you’re the person who goes on vacation and immediately puts all their shit away.”
“Yes, Jake. Because then it’s easier to find,” she says primly. “Who wants to dig through a huge pile of clothes every time you’re getting dressed?”
“I don’t think we can be together,” I inform her.
“Tough, because I’m staying for a few days.” And just like that, her grin fades and her mood turns somber. “I can’t believe my dad asked me to leave.”
“That’s brutal,” I agree.
“Summer said I could stay at her place, but talk about uncomfortable. None of those jerks are speaking to me at the moment. Well, Fitz is, but he’s not one for drama. The others, not so much.”
“Don’t you think they’re kind of overreacting?” I say tentatively.
“Oh, they’re definitely overreacting. At least with my dad I can understand why he overreacts all the time. Considering everything I put him through during high school.”
As usual, her vagueness piques my curiosity. But I force myself not to press for details. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I hope.
“I bet your parents are so chill, right?” Brenna says enviously.
“Yeah, they’re awesome,” I confirm. “Except for their constant nagging about how I don’t have a girlfriend. They’d probably throw a party if they knew I gave you a drawer.”
She laughs, then closes said drawer and turns to me. “Done. What do you feel like doing?”
“Want to watch a movie?” I suggest. “I can make some popcorn.”
“Oooh, I like that idea. Let me put on comfy clothes and I’ll meet you out there.”
I give her ass a playful smack on my way out the door. In the kitchen, I experience a wave of déjà vu when I find Kayla at the sink, pouring a glass of water. This time she’s wearing clothes. And instead of filling with hunger, her eyes cloud over when they land on me.
“Hey,” I grunt.
“Hey.”
I open the cupboard and grab a packet of microwave popcorn.
“Movie night?” She sounds a tad testy.
“Yep. You and Brooks can join if you want. I’ll make another bowl.” It’s a bogus offer—I ask only because I’m confident she’ll say no.
No way Kayla is going to willingly spend time with Brenna. The moment my girl walked through the front door, Kayla had reacted like a territorial cat. The claws came out, and she might as well have hissed. What made the entire encounter awesome was Brenna’s complete disinterest in the chick.
“So… Jake Connelly’s got a girl spending the night.” Even testier now.
“Yeah.”
“Must be serious.”
I don’t answer. Turning my back to her, I stick the popcorn in the microwave and punch in the time.
“Or is it not serious?” she prods.
Again I refrain from answering, because guess what—it’s none of her fucking business. But then Brenna speaks up from the doorway.
“Oh, it’s very serious.” She saunters over, and even in a pair of plaid pants and a T-shirt, she’s so sexy that my body instantly responds to her. Or at least it does before I notice the Briar hockey logo on her chest.
“That’s blasphemy,” I say, pointing at her shirt.
“No, that’s blasphemy,” she replies, pointing at my shirt.
I glance down and remember I’m wearing a gray tee with the Crimson logo over the left breast.
Near the counter, Kayla makes a disparaging sound.
Which spurs Brenna to twist around and beam at her. “Aren’t we so cute?” she gushes. “We’re like Romeo and Juliet!”
For a second, the blonde looks like she’s going to hiss for real. Instead, she flashes a mocking smile. “Uh-huh, you two are the cutest.”
“Aw, thank you, Kaylee.”
“Kayla,” she snaps before stomping out.
Brenna starts to laugh.
“You’re such a bitch,” I tell her.
“Yup. That girl wants you, though.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“You might be right about that. I swear, I can’t go anywhere without bumping into someone who’s into you. The chick in the bathroom, Bubble Butt’s girlfriend, your friend Hazel.”
“Hazel?” I frown at her. “Why would you say that? You don’t even know Hazel.”
“Oh, you mean she didn’t tell you she ambushed me on campus?”
What?
“I’m sorry—what?” I vocalize my shock. Hazel hadn’t mentioned that at all. Granted, we haven’t spoken much this week, but if she actually had confronted Brenna, you’d think that would be something she deemed important enough to share with me.
“She tracked me down at the Coffee Hut,” Brenna explains. “She basically gave me the whole what-are-your-intentions-with-Jake speech and the I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass-if-you’re-playing-him threat.”
I chuckle. “Yeah…she’s kinda protective of me. We grew up together.”
Brenna gives a faint smile. “She’s a lot more than protective.”
“Nah.”
“Remember that thing we were saying about men being dumb?”
I scowl at her. “When were we ever saying that?”
“Oh, right. That was me and Summer. Forget what I just said, Jakey.” She blinks, the poster child of innocence. “Men aren’t stupid at all.”
Neither of us pays much attention to the movie. We snuggle up under a blanket and spend the next hour teasing the hell out of each other. Brenna’s hand constantly brushes my dick. At one point she starts giving me an over-the-pants hand job…before reaching for the popcorn again and leaving me with the biggest case of blue balls.