Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Would you want to go somewhere for a little while?” Bailey asked.
“You should probably rest.”
“I can rest here in the car. We don’t have to get out. I’m not ready to go home yet.”
I shrugged. “Okay. Anywhere particular you want to go?”
She was quiet for a minute. “What about the old Drive-Inn?”
My eyes flashed to her and back to the road, but Bailey’s eyes were shut as she relaxed into the seat. The old Drive-Inn was a place kids went to fool around in their cars. Though I wasn’t sure if Bailey knew that, considering she’d never had a boyfriend.
“You sure that’s where you want to go?” I asked.
“Yeah. Unless you want to go somewhere else.”
It felt strange to take Bailey there, especially since I’d taken Allie there last weekend and we’d fooled around in this exact car. But it would probably be empty since most kids were at the prom anyway, and this was Bailey, for Christ’s sake—we weren’t going so we could steam the windows. I shrugged again. “The Drive-Inn is good.”
One other car was parked in the lot when we pulled in. Since their windows were fogged, I took a spot as far away as possible.
“You want the air or the windows open?” I asked.
“Whatever you want.”
Normally people left the windows up for obvious reasons, but I was with Bailey, so I pressed the button to roll down the windows and then killed the engine.
It was quiet and dark, and suddenly the moment felt awkward.
“You sure you feel okay?” I asked.
She nodded and stared out her window. “The fresh air feels good.”
Bailey and I sometimes sat next to each other in silence for hours, usually in the doghouse in her yard doing homework or scrolling on our phones. It never felt awkward. But now, I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say to her. It didn’t help that the car I’d made a point of parking far away from had started to rock up and down. Even with the windows fogged up, I could make out a woman gyrating around in the front seat. Bailey noticed too, and we both sat there watching it all go down while the tension grew. I was just about to suggest we go somewhere else when she turned and spoke.
“I don’t want to die without ever having been kissed.”
My eyes jumped to meet hers, and my heart started to race. I was pretty certain what she was suggesting. I mean, she’d asked to come here, after all. Yet I was still caught off guard.
“Are you saying…”
“Kiss me, Dawson,” she whispered. “Please.”
She looked beautiful in the moonlight, so it wouldn’t be a hardship by any means. Still, I hesitated. I didn’t think of her like that, and I was dating someone else. “Bailey, I…”
Before I could finish the sentence, she was climbing over to my side of the car. She hiked up her dress and straddled my legs, then pushed her breasts against my chest. My body reacted, even if I was still frozen, and I started to grow hard.
She leaned to my ear, hot breath mixing with a strained and sexy voice. “Kiss me, Dawson.”
Inside I was battling a war. My body was filled with desire and need, but my head wasn’t sure. Though when she slipped her hand between us and wrapped her fingers around my bulging dick, I broke.
“Fuck.” My lips crashed down on hers. Things escalated to a frenzy pretty quickly after that. Pants came down, panties got tossed, and we couldn’t get enough of each other. After, we were both still panting when a horrible feeling started to creep in. At the time, I thought it was because Bailey was my best friend and we’d just done something we couldn’t take back. But it turned out to be so much worse than that…
Chapter 33
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DAWSON
Naomi: Hey. Do you think you’ll be back in the office between appointments today? Mr. Hargrove said he received some documents you asked him to get. He wants to drop them off when you’re in so he can speak with you in person. He said it won’t take more than a few minutes.
The nurse hooking me up to a bunch of monitors smiled as I stared down at my phone.
“Are we going to have to pry that thing out of your hands when we wheel you into the procedure room?”
“Sorry. Just trying to take care of a few last-minute work things.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m an attorney.”
She wrinkled her nose.
I raised an eyebrow, and she laughed.
“Sorry. I’ve learned to control my mouth over the years, but my face? Not so much. My ex-husband was an attorney.”
“No problem.” I smiled and looked back down at the text from Naomi. Lying to her didn’t sit right, even when I had a damn good reason. But it wasn’t like I had a choice today.