Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
The regular Marley texts were the only other texts she had gotten today. Good. The teachers had left her alone. I closed the phone, then placed it on the table before blowing out the candle. I looked back at the bottle, then at her. She didn’t look comfortable. Her neck was going to have a crick in it. Fuck it. She was passed out; I was taking my chances. If she woke up, then maybe she’d think it was a drunken dream, but I was not going to be able to leave her in here like this. She had a bed, and she needed to be in it, where she could get a better night’s sleep.
I went over and bent down to scoop her up, pulling her body against my chest. I liked this too much. I’d liked it the last time I did it too. She nuzzled her nose against my pec and let out a satisfied-sounding purr. Smiling, I walked her back to the bedroom. I wanted to sit down in the chair in here and hold her, but that would lead to her waking up sooner and freaking her the fuck out. Reluctantly, I laid her down, then pulled the covers over her body.
These were my favorite out of her pajamas. The baby-blue camisole and shorts were made of soft knit, and they didn’t cover shit. I had even gotten to see one of her dark quarter-sized nipples one night when she rolled over and the top stretched, causing the tempting peak to pop out. That time, I’d had to rub one off before I left. It had been a real long time since I’d jerked off to a nipple, but it was hers, and that had made the difference.
I took in one more long, slow look at her, stopping at each feature and leaving her chin for last. Didn’t seem like she had plans tomorrow—at least nothing new. Which meant she’d go to the grocery store just after breakfast. Turning, I left the room and went to the items I had brought inside with me.
This was probably pushing it, but I wanted her to have this fucking stuffed animal. She’d looked at it, and a smile had touched her lips. She never said the words—I knew because my complete focus had been on her face. Her gaze had gone back to it three times before she turned and found me watching her while I ate Halo’s popcorn.
Taking the sloth that Bane had mocked me like a bitch for winning, I set it on the sofa. She could work through this however she needed, but I was giving her the thing. I had won it for her, and it had taken one try. Unlike Toby, who had failed and not even paid the six measly bucks to try again. I glanced at the empty bottle of wine. Someone could have stopped by and given it to her, and she didn’t remember. I scowled, not wanting her to think Toby had. But I wanted her to have it more than my jealousy over a guy she didn’t like.
The other item I had brought was a necessity. Especially after coming in here and finding her passed out that close to a flame. And what if I had been called into family business and not come tonight? Sure, she could have very well woken up with the candle burned all the way down or still lit with no harm done. But it was the what-ifs that fucking terrorized me. I went over to the cube attached to the phone charger she kept in here, deciding this was the best spot, then replaced it with the cube I had. It was similar enough that she wouldn’t notice the difference. Once I had it back the way she had left it, I moved over to the sofa and pulled the app up on my phone. The room filled my screen, and I could see myself clearly, as well as the sofa, the damn candle, the door, and even part of the kitchen counter. Satisfied, I clicked it off and slid my phone into my pocket before heading toward the door.
I could have put the hidden camera that came built into the cube in her bedroom or bathroom, but I hadn’t. She’d get naked in those two places. I was respecting her privacy…and keeping myself from jacking off several times a day. I did it enough already since, lately, I hadn’t been interested in fucking anyone else.
Twenty-One
Winslet
I was not ever doing that again. I rubbed my face, groaning as I walked into the kitchen after nine the next morning. I didn’t remember going to bed. That wine was potent. I squinted against the sunlight pouring into the room and went directly to the Keurig. Coffee first.