Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
All she had to do was look at me, and I’d do anything for her. Even then, after all these years, I couldn’t say no to her. She looked amazing in my black hoodie and her red-soled fuck-me heels. She was always drop-dead gorgeous, and I was the lucky son of a bitch to have claimed all her firsts.
When our eyes locked, I had the urge to inhale a deep, steady breath as my whole body tingled, feeling like my nerve endings were on fire. Suddenly, Bailey stepped closer to me, close enough to see her eyes were dilated as all hell.
Bright.
Glossy.
Fucking beautiful.
Over the course of eight years on set, I stared into her eyes hundreds of times, but this one was different.
This one was every emotion rolled into one.
Happiness.
Excitement.
Nostalgia.
It hit like a hole in the head, and our connection was still very much alive and thriving all around us.
I could touch it.
Taste it.
Feel it.
It was everywhere.
She beamed at me, and I swear it lit up the entire night sky. I may have been fucked up on a drug created to literally bring people together, particularly couples who were in love, but it was more than that. At least that was what my drug-induced mind told me, and at that second, that was all that mattered.
Her.
Me.
Us.
Before I gave it any thought, I asked, “Where have you been, Bay?”
It felt as if my whole body experienced euphoria, and the world was at my fingertips.
She giggled, making my cock twitch.
“You want to go for a walk?”
I nodded. “Lead the way.”
She grabbed my hand, doing exactly that, and I took in my surroundings. The bright lights and lasers messed with my vision, making my eyes jitter and causing me to feel way more fucked up than I thought I was. I couldn’t help but stare at the lights, forming halos around them, and tracers would follow them when they moved.
There was so much color.
Almost like I could see in HD.
Bringing my attention over to her, Bailey exclaimed, “You should see your face right now. You have a perma-grin.”
“You’re an angel, aren’t you?”
She laughed again, and it felt so carefree. I hadn’t remembered this feeling since we were kids, and the fact that it was happening with her wasn’t lost on me for a second.
My head was spinning with the music from the DJ, and the lights were pulsating all around us. It seemed like everything was breathing and alive. This wasn’t the first time I’d been on Molly, but it was the first time I was on it with someone I once loved.
We stood there beside the dance floor in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes. I knew it’d make Bailey more comfortable to be out of direct sight. Before I knew it, we started dancing, bonding with the melody of the music.
Every beat.
Every drop.
We were right there with it.
I closed my eyes and just felt it all around me, pounding into my body.
My mind.
My soul.
I didn’t notice that my hands were all over Bailey. I could feel the goose bumps and sensations coursing through her skin, strengthening our connection. It was as if we were becoming one person. We danced and listened to the music for what seemed like minutes, and I couldn’t believe it when she turned around and said it was nearly two o’clock.
With bottled waters in hand, I led her inside the house and up the stairs. I wasn’t familiar with the estate's layout—I was just trying to find a room where we could talk and have some privacy. She said she needed a change of scenery.
The walk and fresh air were a feeling like no other.
It was exhilarating.
Blissful.
All the wall art was animated, almost like watching a 3D movie with each step we took. Bailey just kept glancing at me, giggling and being absolutely adorable. Just the way I remembered her.
Mischievous behind closed doors.
Once we found the roof deck, we lay on the loungers overlooking the LA lights and stars.
“Why are you so far?” I asked, reaching for her.
She smirked, glancing at me from her lounger parallel to mine.
“Come here,” I ordered, still reaching for her.
“Aires…”
“What?”
She stubbornly shook her head. “I’m not going over there.”
“Why not?” I casually shrugged. “I’m not asking you to sit on my face. I’m asking you to come cuddle.”
She gasped. “Aires…”
“Why do you keep saying my name like that?”
“You know why.”
“Is this part of your mysterious allure now? You’re playing hard to get? Because let me remind you, I’ve already had you.” I smugly grinned. “Over and over again.”
“Oh my God.” She shook her head with wide eyes. “You’re even worse than you used to be.”
Laying it on thick, I questioned, “Don’t you trust me? You used to love to cuddle.”
“You lying on my chest while I scratched your back was not cuddling, Aires.”