Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
The smile on his face falters and he releases my hands. “I know, but we can’t. There are people, including Mr. Pederson, who know my dads. Sorry.”
I can’t help but shiver from his tone. Reality is a harsh reminder that our fun, steamy romance is something we must keep secret. His dads could truly be crushed by this news and my parents would have a fit if they knew who I was seeing.
To his credit, Two doesn’t dart ahead of me but walks by my side, even remembering to open the door for me. Sometimes he does romantic stuff, and other times he takes off in his vehicle with my legs still dangling out the car door. He’s multidimensional like that.
Once in class, he gets into an animated conversation with Mr. Pederson about Cedarwood Mansion updates. I note that he glosses over the fact there haven’t been any real updates because all his free time has been spent with me and our project.
I check my phone and there aren’t any new strange texts, nor are there any stalker messages on my socials. In my email, I find several new offers for collaborations with brands, including one that pays a whopping fifteen grand if I’ll go on a hiking trip with them and do a live showcasing their survival gear.
Um, no.
Some people should actually look at my overall aesthetic before contacting me. Beauty and hair products, yes. Survival gear, no.
Unless it’s some ploy by my stalker.
My blood runs cold.
Would this guy try and get me alone in the woods?
Maybe I’m just overanalyzing everything.
Rather than keep it to myself, I take a screenshot and text it to Sloane. She gives me her work email and asks for me to forward it to her. I have another email from the dean of PMU, Dr. Skeller, talking about an event coming up soon that they’ll be accepting applicants for. My skin continues to prickle and I hate that this stalker has me paranoid about school emails too.
I have Sloane on this and Two will protect me when we’re together.
I’m tired of being made to feel uneasy and afraid.
Hopefully, soon, I’ll learn how not to let this stuff affect me.
At least Two’s a great distraction.
As he strides over to our table, he flashes me a hot, secretive grin that makes my insides melt.
Yep, he’s a fantastic distraction because I can’t think about anything right now aside from the way he made me come in his truck.
Two
“I’m going to be late,” I murmur, unable to keep my tongue out of her mouth long enough for her to give a response.
After class, we found our way into my car since we had a few minutes to spare before I needed to leave for my appointment. A few minutes turned into several and now I can’t stop kissing her.
Finally, Gemma has the strength to break away, flashing me a sweet smile that promises more later.
How much later?
Where will we go so we’re not bothered by anyone?
“Hemingford Hall later this afternoon?” I ask, voice raspy with need. “So we can work on our project.”
Truth is, our project is coming along nicely. The past couple of nights spent talking all night, we also worked on it. Our other classes may be suffering from our heated romance, but not my favorite one. It’s most definitely just an opportunity to spend some alone time with her.
“I’ll meet you there this time,” she says, nodding. “Mom is getting nosy.”
I cup her cheek with my hand. “Drive in circles if you have to if someone is following you.”
“I will. I’ll be careful.”
My eyes drop to her lips and she licks them, making the growing need for her spike to unhealthy levels. Before I can maul her again with my mouth, she gives me a small wave and climbs out of the vehicle. The slamming car door jolts me out of my Gemma haze. Surely I’ll get her out of my system soon and can think straight again.
She presses her nose to the glass of my driver’s side window and makes a silly face. I playfully thump the glass where her nose is earning a loud laugh that has me grinning.
Okay, so maybe I’ll never think straight again with her in my presence.
I wait, despite being super late, for her to get into her vehicle. Once she drives off, I follow her out of the parking lot and then head for my appointment with Tate. This time, he’s already there. I bound out of my vehicle and rush inside, chasing the scent of coffee and butterscotch. When I reach his office, I’m glad to see he hasn’t turned on the fireplace and is just setting his stuff down.
Not that late.
“Hey,” I greet as I make my way over to the fireplace. I crank it up despite the fire burning in my chest. “Bring me something good?”