Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Viola chuckles and rests her head against my shoulder. “Now I’m going to have to say goodbye to two special men in my life.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll keep each other company.”
“You’re going to have to feed him while I’m gone. And take him for walks. And give him baths. He’ll probably want to sleep with you, too. They usually miss their brothers and sisters for the first few weeks after being separated.” She continues to ramble until I finally interrupt and shut her up.
“Viola!” I shout. “I think I can handle a harmless little puppy.”
She tilts her face up, uncertainty written all over it. “What are you going to tell Drew?”
“Don’t worry about Drew. I’ll take care of it.”
We lie on the bed, petting and playing with Gryff. He chews on our fingers, my comforter, and even Viola’s hair. The way her face lights up when she looks at him makes me so damn happy, and I wish I could bottle up this moment and just keep it this way forever.
I remember Viola telling me how much she wanted a dog. She asked for one every Christmas, and like clockwork, it never came. I didn’t grow up with pets, except one old cat that my mother cherished like a baby. I never got close enough to it to consider it a companion, but Viola would go nuts every time someone would walk a dog past their house. She talked about dogs like she did her books, and I knew she’d always wanted one. Some girls want a pony; Viola’s always wanted a puppy.
Even though she lives in the dorms, and she’ll be leaving for Boston soon, I wanted her to have Gryff. Another reason to come back, even if it ends up being for the wrong reasons.
VIOLA
No matter what I do, I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my damn face right now. Gryff is smothering me in kisses, and Travis is looking at me like he wants to rip off all my clothes, which is probably accurate. This is Travis, after all.
“Thank you,” I whisper as we both lie on the bed with Gryff sleeping in between us. “It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever given me.”
“Yeah?” He raises a brow. “Feel free to show me just how thankful you are.”
“Sorry, King. There’s a new man in my life now.” I pick up the puppy and set him on my chest.
“I can give you puppy dog eyes and lick your face if that’s what it takes.” He rolls to my side and faces me. “Or if you prefer, I can lick you somewhere else, too.”
I smile at his attempt. “Drew’s going to be home soon, and unless you want him to find me with a puppy in your bed, I have to get up.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he’s ever found in my bed.” He flashes a smug smile, and I’m tempted to smack that look right off his face.
“Perhaps it’s a good thing Gryff will be here while I’m gone. He can keep an eye on you,” I say, climbing off his bed. “He’ll be my little spy.”
“You don’t trust me?” He places a hand over his chest and pouts with those sad, pathetic eyes of his.
“I do, it’s the hoes I don’t trust,” I say matter-of-factly.
He sits on the edge of his bed and pulls me in between them. “You have nothing to worry about, princess. I promise you that. It’s just going to be Gryff and me, waiting until the day you return to us.”
My heart pounds in my chest as the words sit on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t push them out just yet. I love him. I think I’ve always loved him, even when I hated him, but I can’t help feeling scared to say those words aloud. I’m worried if I do, it’ll jinx everything we have going for us so far.
Drew walks in the door thirty minutes later and immediately curses the second he sees the dog run toward him. “Travis?” he calls out, bending down and picking the puppy up. I’m watching him from the living room, but he hasn’t yet seen me. “Did a new roommate move in that I’m unaware of?”
“He’s mine,” I say, bringing his attention to me. “Isn’t he cute?” I smile, hoping he won’t ask a million questions about him, but I know better.
“Yeah, adorable,” he deadpans. “Why’s he in my house?”
“Because he lives here,” Travis chimes in, stalking from the hallway without a shirt on. Dammit. Why is he shirtless?
“Since when?” Drew asks, setting him down and watches as he runs back to me.
“Today,” I answer, picking him up. “Travis gave him to me as a thank you gift for taking such good care of him. Is it okay that he stays here?” I give him my best pleading look, and pout out my lips.