Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Uh…things have been pretty tight for a few months now. Busy this week, which is ironic. The week you come to visit,” I add, but Brandon looks disappointed.
“Is it something I said?” I ask, worried when he goes quiet.
“I’m glad you told me, May,” he says in a low tone. “I always just assumed…,” he says before snapping himself out of his serious mood.
“Anyway, I’m just glad I told you how I feel about us. Glad you feel the same way,” he smiles, pecking my lips, which turns into another long and even more powerful kiss than the last.
I might have just let on a little too much about my dad’s business affairs, but I don’t think Brandon and I could keep anything from each other. Except, maybe just one little thing I haven’t mentioned yet. I’ll keep that one to myself, too, for now.
Two little things, if I include his ‘big surprise.’
“Can’t you tell me what this big surprise is?” I whine before he goes, but Brandon’s determined to keep it as a surprise until tonight.
I see him out and catch him watching me as he pulls away, knowing he’s watching me as long as he can before I go inside again.
I lock the door behind me, leaning back against it with a dramatic sigh.
My whole life feels like it’s been turned upside down in under a few hours.
But the funny thing is, this upside-down feeling?
It’s the best feeling in the whole world.
So great that I’m not even worried about the absolute nuclear shit storm that’s going to be detonated when my dad does find out about Brandon and me.
But, as he said, we’ll take it slow. And we’ll make sure to let dad in on it when we’re both certain it’s what we want and when dad’s gonna be able to deal with the news.
And if our first few minutes alone together were ‘slow,’ I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be long before neither of us can keep our secret.
But I’ll try.
I’ll do whatever it takes to make Brandon happy but also not hurt dad’s feelings too much in the process.
Hugging my elbows and smiling like a lunatic, I make a face at the pile of tutoring papers stacked up on my desk next to my backpack and fall back onto my unmade bed instead.
Gripping a pillow with both hands, I hold it over my face, squealing and screaming with excitement.
The way I wanted to after Brandon kissed me, the moment he told me that he actually fucking wants me.
Oh my fucking god.
I squeal and laugh again, wriggling my toes and kicking my legs as I lie flat on my back.
A literal fit of excitement knowing I haven’t just fallen for my dad’s best friend.
I think I’m actually, no, I’m definitely head over heels in love with him.
And what’s not to love?
The part where your dad finds out and kills you both?
Nope. Not even the thought of my dad’s reaction could ruin my mood right now.
This must be what being in love feels like because nothing else seems to matter anymore.
Too excited to worry about consequences, I’m right back to where I started last night.
What to wear?
I think a little make-up and maybe an actual dress isn’t overdoing it for a dinner date, is it?
Even if my dad’s gonna be there, it’ll still be like a first date with Brandon, and a girl wants to look her best, especially for a guy like him.
I keep hugging myself until I realize it’s him.
It’s his smell, that cologne that is Brandon. I have it all over me. No wonder I’m so happy.
It’s like he’s still hugging me even when he’s not here.
I set about going through my clothes again. This time, I feel a little more adventurous, knowing that Brandon obviously likes what he sees, so I don’t have to feel so self-conscious about what I wear.
Dad’s home office phone rings loudly, and I ignore it, letting it go to the machine.
But when it rings again, I groan aloud, figuring it might be more work for dad, so I’d better get it.
The last time I was home, somebody called with a breakdown, and I didn’t answer.
I never heard the end of it, so I drag myself to the phone.
I’m surprised by the sound of my voice when I hear my dad on the line.
I sound so… guilty.
“Dad!” I exclaim. “What are you calling for? I mean, Brandon’s not here,” I stammer, sounding like a maniac.
But dad doesn’t seem to notice. His power tools in the background tell me he’s at work.
“What’s up?” I finally ask, taking a breath that I hold, certain he knows already somehow and that keeping this thing between just Brandon and me is going to be impossible.
I can just tell already.
“I just called to see how your hand is, sweetie,” Dad says. “Is it okay now? I feel like a real jerk getting in a mood with Big B before,” Dad confides.