Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Whitt raised his head to watch, a fascinated expression crossing his hungry face. I threw my hand over my eyes and felt my entire body collapse into nothing.
What sort of spell had this boy cast over me?
“Wow,” I whispered. My voice was raw and raspy. I coughed, trying to clear it, and he just grinned wider. “Amazing.”
“Good.”
I lazily reached out for him. I had zero energy to perform, but I understood reciprocation. And from my vantage point, he was hard as a rock and more than ready.
He chuckled and took my hand in his, pressing a kiss to the top of it. “You look like you could pass out.”
“I feel like I could. You reduced me to ashes.” I bit my lip and glanced down. “But I could…”
“That’s not why I did that.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
Had I ever been with a guy who didn’t expect something in return? Especially after something so mind-blowing? I waffled for a second. He seemed sincere. Whitt wasn’t the kind of guy I expected to bullshit. If he wanted something more from me, his pants would be on the floor with mine. I wouldn’t have even minded. And yet he just tossed me my panties and went looking for my elusive shorts.
I heaved myself to sitting. “Thanks.”
He found my shorts and handed those off to me, too. “Still want to get pizza?”
“Our friends are going to freak the fuck out.”
“So?”
Right. I was the one who wanted to keep this casual. No one would be surprised that we were hooking up. It didn’t have to mean anything. Because it meant nothing that this man could get me off in a matter of minutes or that I was now anticipating the next time we could do exactly this. Or so much more.
No, I didn’t have space or energy for a relationship. I’d gotten Whitt to agree to this. I didn’t need to complicate things.
He stepped out of the backseat and offered me a hand. I gulped at the sight of it. That felt like more of an invitation than I’d prepared myself for.
Casual. I could do casual. Casual was my middle name.
I didn’t take his offered hand. Instead, I crawled over the center console and into the passenger seat.
He laughed and walked around to the driver’s side. “Ready when you are.”
I nodded resolutely. “You’re right. Let’s go.”
13
Eve
“Holy shit, Eve,” Blaire said when I strode out of my bedroom.
“What?”
She gestured up and down. “You look totally bangable.”
“Is that even a word?”
“It is now,” Piper said. She slung her boots onto the floor and rose from the ottoman she’d been lounging in. She had on fitted bootcut jeans and a little crop top. “Are you trying to get fucked tonight?”
I ran my hands down the green dress I’d picked out. Honestly, I’d thought it was tame. I had much slinkier pieces. Sure, it had a V-cut and showed off my rack, but wasn’t that the point?
“I don’t think she’d mind one bit,” Blaire said with a smirk on her lips.
She was in a miniskirt-and-crop combo that was mostly athletic-inspired. But at least we’d gotten her out of leggings, an oversize T-shirt, and a baseball cap.
“Not after last weekend,” Piper agreed.
“I don’t know what y’all are talking about. Are we going?”
“Ahh, come on.” Blaire jumped up and grabbed my arm. “Give us the details!”
“There are no details,” I said with a laugh, shaking her off. “Honestly.”
“There is nothing honest about the way Whitt looked at you last weekend,” Piper said. “Hollin is more surreptitious.”
“Hollin couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.”
Which wasn’t precisely true since he’d kept mine when I needed him to. But Hollin was loud, bold, and generally just…a lot. Whitt had hardly been that obvious.
“Oh, she’s got it bad,” Blaire said.
“Is the dress for him then?” Piper asked.
“The dress is for the party, obviously.”
“Did you buy it so he could take it off?” Blaire winked at me.
“I will not deign any of this with a response.”
“She’s a steel trap.” Piper sighed. “We’re never going to get anything out of you.”
Blaire pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Y’all are being ridiculous.”
“Of course we are,” Blaire said, throwing an arm over my shoulders. “And you do look hot.”
“Super hot,” Piper agreed.
“Bangable even,” Blaire added.
I just shook my head. “You’re not going to give up, are you?”
“Can you just tell us if you’re dating?” Blaire’s eyes were wide as we all grabbed our purses and headed out to Piper’s Jeep.
She was legitimately interested. Even Piper looked like she wanted the answer.
“No,” I told them as I got into the backseat, “we’re not dating.”
“Why not?” Piper asked.
I shrugged. “I haven’t really dated since last year.”
Piper pursed her lips, looking at me in the rearview mirror. “You’re still upset about Daddy Sinclair?”
I couldn’t help but smile at their nickname for Arnold. It wasn’t wrong, but it was so wrong. “I’m not still upset about him. I wasn’t even upset when it went down.” I brushed my hair off of my shoulders. “I should have known separated wasn’t divorced, but, oh, he was a good liar.”