Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Really? Why?”
“You have to ask why after what I told you hours ago when we were standing right here?” He steps in closer, and once again, my back is pressed against my door. Heat pools between my legs the same way it did when he did it last time. There’s something about him closing in on me that turns me on. It’s like he knows I spook easily so he’s got to corner me. “Or did you get into your head about that?”
Maybe. I keep wondering if this is just playful flirting that doesn’t mean more than what it is. Not that anyone has done that to me, but still.
“Don’t boys get them like all the time?” I ask.
“Do you get wet all the time?”
“River!” I gasp, but he leans his head closer.
“Do you?”
“No, not all the time.” My words come out all breathy and not sounding like myself.
This time I don’t miss his erection. How long has he had it? Was it while we were on the couch watching the movie or had there been something I missed that could have caused it? I know when he’d lifted his arm to rest over the back of the couch, my eyes went to his thick forearms. I didn’t know you could be attracted to forearms, but his are a work of art. I’m still thankful I managed to not blurt that out.
“How about right now? Are you wet, sweets?” He stares at my mouth, and I wonder if this is really happening.
“Yes.”
“I bet it smells as sweet as the rest of you. In fact, I think you’d taste sweet too.”
He’s going to kiss me. I tilt my head back and start to close my eyes, ready and wanting it.
“River, is that you?” I hear Lisa’s voice from across the hall.
I only know her name because Logan, the guy who lives in the other unit on this floor, told me. Lisa pretends not to see me most days which is fine with me. But at this moment, my eyes fly open right as River turns around. I dig into my bag and quickly find my keys, thankful for River’s giant size to shield me as I do it.
“Did you come down here to find me so you can finally give me a tour of your place? It must be lonely up there all by yourself.”
When I’ve got the keys, I unlock the door in record time and slip into my place. I flip the lock behind me and get away from the door as fast as I can. I don’t want to hear the two of them flirt. Sometimes I hate how good my hearing is.
I suddenly remember how River dodged the question of who he’s had over to his place. Yeah, I’d been poking too, only he skipped over it so smoothly I hadn’t noticed until now. Actually, River does a lot of things rather smoothly. He had me in the palm of his hand today without even trying.
After dropping my bag on the breakfast bar, I go to my bathroom and strip off my clothes. I have to get the smell of River off me, but when I’m in the shower, my mind starts to race. I start thinking of all the things he and Lisa might be doing right now.
River asked if I wanted to watch another movie, but I told him I was sleepy and had an early class. Having the early class was true, but I was getting worried I might overstay my invite, and he was only trying to be nice. He clearly hadn’t been ready for bed.
When I get out of the shower, I open my medicine cabin and grab something to help me sleep. By the time I’ve done my nightly routine and crawled into bed, it doesn’t take me long before I’m drifting off.
Yet somehow it doesn’t stop me from dreaming about River.
Chapter Six
River
After banging on Mara’s door last night and then trying to call her, I got nothing. Deciding that she was either pissed off at me because Lisa showed up, or she was tired of being around me, I gave up and went to bed. Although can you call it going to bed if you don’t sleep? Basically I lie awake on a mattress all night, wondering how I managed to fuck up one of the best nights of my life.
On top of that both of my parents called me this morning. It’s almost like they were working together to make my day miserable.
My dad called first, and he complained about his company struggling and how Felipe has done nothing to help him. I hate it because I have sympathy for him. I understand that he sees his son with so much more success than he ever had, which probably makes him jealous. But I also see that he’s suffering at work and has no one else to turn to except Felipe. He’s made his bed by treating him like a child his entire life and trying to control him at every turn. Then when he couldn’t control him, he lashed out and over time ignored him altogether. That’s their own bridge to mend, but I’m stuck being the only person my dad talks to because my mom has basically checked out.