Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“Seriously. He took me to the bathroom. To um, clean me off.” I point to my shirt, which isn’t as damp as it had been. “I mean, specifically, he let me use his bathroom. He didn’t clean me off.” They stare at me and I shake my head, flustered. “You know what I mean.”
Molly giggles and puts her arm around my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “We know what you mean.”
“He took you up to his bedroom?” Chelsea asks, eyebrows shot up into her forehead.
I shrug casually but my face is burning up. “It wasn’t a big deal. The line down here was really long. He was being nice.”
Chelsea smirks. “I’m sorry, Abby, but Showtime doesn’t do nice. He does pissed off. He does angry. He does moody.”
“Although!” Jenna stabs her forefinger in the air. “Sometimes pissed-off and angry sex is the best kind of sex. Not that you would know, sweetie.” She pats me on the arm.
Okay, that was kind of mean.
Frustrated, I grit my teeth and ask, “Would someone please just change the subject?” Before I have a coronary. “Tell me what I missed while I was gone.”
“All the good stuff. We were just planning a quickie in the Dells. Oops, did that sound naughty?” Jenna winks, taking her cup back and holding it to her lips. “The guys thought it would be fun to rent a cabin near the waterpark next weekend before school ends and they start pre-season training camp.” She takes a drag from her beer. “I personally have always wanted to go to Yogi Bear National Park.”
Molly rolls her eyes. “I told you, we are not going to Yogi Bear National Park. Stop trying to make Yogi happen.”
“Why? I made fetch happen.” Jenna smirks.
“You’re kind of an idiot,” I tease, lips pulled in a big grin. I tilt my head and catch Caleb staring at me from my peripheral view, but he quickly jerks his head away. My stomach plunges, and the butterflies that have recently taken residence in my belly flutter wildly as if they’re trying to break free. “So, um… who’s all going?”
I can barely get the words out of my throat.
“Everyone,” Molly replies, giving me a knowing smile. “Blaze and his girlfriend, Shelby, are going to take care of the details. The plan is for everyone to stay in one cabin—if they can find one with enough beds—probably at the Wild Outdoors Resort or something. We’ll split the cost and pitch in for groceries.”
“Wait.” I halt the conversation. “Blaze has a girlfriend?” He was such a flirt!
“Yeah. She’s got him on a tight leash, too,” Molly says at the same time Jenna mutters, “Unfortunately.”
“Anyway,” Molly continues, “if you want to go—and you will go—we have to let Shelby know by tomorrow afternoon so she can call the resort and book the place. It’ll be fun. We’ll hit the waterpark or whatever for a day and sit around playing board games at night.”
“I call Cards Against Humanity,” Jenna says, grinning wickedly and wiggling her eyebrows. “That game is wicked awesome.” She shoots me a side-glance. “Hey. Since we’re both single, you can be my roomie. I promise to keep the hands to myself in bed.” She makes spirit fingers for emphasis.
The simple mention of the word bed has me blushing all over again, and I cast a hasty glance at Caleb to make sure he’s not looking our way. “Oh my god, shut up,” I hiss.
Yes, my reaction is immature, but I can’t stop myself.
I’m so awkward like that.
Jenna shrugs. “No, no. I get it—you’re not a cuddler.”
Alright, I’ll admit it—I begin laughing. I mean, she’s completely and utterly ridiculous. And outlandish. And inappropriate. And let’s not forget crude—but all in a fun-loving, hard-to-resist kind of way. Jenna would never embarrass me on purpose… Well, she would (and has), but it’s always (usually) entertaining, and she’s never hurt my feelings.
I give in to her playful banter with a chuckle and take the beer out of her hand. “Fine. You can cuddle me.”
“Well, I mean, unless Caleb over there makes a move, which…” She assesses him from across the room, tapping her chin. “Ugh, the odds don’t look favorable. I bet his dick has moss growing on it.”
See what I mean about her being inappropriate?
“Jenna!” Molly gasps. “Do you have to be so crude? Jeez.”
Jenna shrugs again, shamelessly. “What? What did I say? Look, I did some digging, and it sounds like the guy is a hermit. Doesn’t date, keeps to himself. Quiet.” She digs in her pocket and pulls out a mint, popping it in her mouth and tilting her head thoughtfully. “It seems like he’s into you. I see him watching you. But if you say he didn’t try to make a move after getting you upstairs…”
They look at me questioningly, and I shake my head in confirmation.