Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
No, vintage jeans filled Briar’s closet. Genuine cowboy boots, rolled-up sleeves, and leather jackets. Cool. Briar was cool. She’d always been. It was one of the reasons I never strayed when we were together. I never had FOMO. I knew I already had the best.
I returned to the bed, fluffing pillows and peeling off the elaborate construction the maid insisted on doing every morning.
“Ollie.”
“What?” I zipped into the bathroom, partly for the chance to catch her naked, but mostly because I genuinely worried for her.
She wore a cropped pink tee – no bra, nipples puckered – and sweatpants rolled at the waist. Her toothbrush hung in her mouth, foam covering her teeth. “Look what I found out I can do.”
Without waiting for a response, she flipped into a headstand, bending her elbows inch by inch with her legs up in the air, straight as an arrow. Her cropped shirt rode up, revealing her tits.
I repeat – her tits were bare, tan, gorgeous, and right in front of my face. She had a nipple piercing. My dick leeched onto my abs, weeping precum.
“Did you know I can do that?” she murmured around the toothbrush.
“Make me cream my pants by simply existing? Sure.”
How did one even discover they could do a headstand? I made a mental note to watch her more carefully, lest I find her upside-down in the spiky rose bushes after a quadruple backflip gone wrong.
The toothbrush clattered to the floor with her chuckle.
Briar beamed at me, foamy toothpaste racing up her cheek. “Am I a yogi?”
“Evidently.”
“Great.” She was still upside down with a direct view of my hard-on. Not much I could do about that. “What other hobbies do I have?”
“Blue-balling me.”
She carefully lowered her feet to the floor, righted herself, and prowled toward me, swaying her hips with each step. “We can take care of that, you know.” Her voice curled between us like smoke.
She treaded close, and just when I thought she’d lock her arms around my neck, she surprised me by swinging her leg up like a ballerina and propping her ankle over my shoulder. Her body melted onto mine, the entire length of her long leg pressed against me. Her pussy was flush against my erection.
My eyes rolled in their sockets. I forced them closed, gasping for breath, reminding myself this engagement, unlike my attraction, was fake. That if she had her full faculties about her, she’d castrate me right now, using a nail clipper to draw out the pain as much as possible.
“Baby.” I reached to kiss her button nose. I swear I felt the width of my dick wedged inside her pussy lips through our clothes for a second. “We can’t be doing this right now.” I kissed the heel of her bare foot, slowly helping her set it down on the tiles. “Trust me, there is nothing I’d like to do more than … well, you. But we need to give you time to adjust. Before you lost your memory, we got into an argument. You were mad at me. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
I couldn’t tell her the whole truth. But I could be frank that having sex was not a good idea. To be sure, it was a fucking amazing idea. Perhaps the best idea anyone, anywhere, at any point in civilization ever had. But her true self wouldn’t want that.
She twisted toward the Jack and Jill sinks and spat out toothpaste, filling water into a cup to rinse her teeth. “What did we fight about?”
“I can’t tell you.”
She whipped around, swiping her mouth dry with the back of her hand. “Why not?”
“Doctor Cohen told me not to disturb you with anything you might find upsetting. What I did was upsetting.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Cheated on me upsetting?”
“As I said before, I have never cheated on you and never will.” I propped an elbow over the doorframe, tousling my hair. “However, in the spirit of full transparency, I was not abstinent in the time period we were broken up.”
And that time period was fifteen years.
She put the toothbrush back in its place and tossed a face towel into the fancy laundry basket. “You’re worrying me.”
I pushed off the doorframe, sauntered over to her, and grabbed her shoulders, kissing her forehead. My lips lingered on her skin. “You have nothing to worry about. I adore you. I would never intentionally hurt you. We had a hiccup. I just want to wait until you regain your memory before we have sex. If, after you remember everything, you still want me in your bed, I promise to never leave.”
She blinked up at me. “Does this mean we won’t be sleeping in the same bed?”
“If you don’t feel comfortable, I can definitely use one of the guestrooms.”
“No.” She rested her palms over my chest. We both noticed my heart galloping wildly. “I don’t want to sleep alone. I want you by my side.”