Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Oh, okay. Give me a minute.”
I hang up and stand. “Can you walk me down? Cam doesn’t want to come up all the stairs.”
“Sure,” he says as he stands. “Not sure it’s a good idea for you to be in here or seen with me anyway.”
Well, hell, I guess that’s my answer. “Huh?”
He fumbles with his words, his cheeks turning red. “I mean with how the girls have been acting about me, trying to get with me, and then you’re in here. They’ll get the wrong idea.”
I shrug, annoyed now. “Oh, I don’t care.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Why would I?”
He doesn’t move. He just stares at me. “Because you don’t want them to think we’re hooking up.”
I laugh as I turn to face him. “They already assume we are. Even Coach asked.”
His eyes widen. “No shit. What did you say?”
“That we weren’t.”
“Oh.”
“And even if we were, would that be such a bad thing?”
That was a little forward, and I know how he does with forward, but I’ve gotta take my shot here. He seems taken aback, but the grin that forms along his lips is breathtaking. “I know I shouldn’t, but I gotta say, you look really beautiful tonight.”
Okay, didn’t expect that. I wave him off. “Better than a leo and chalk, huh?”
His lips tip at the side. “I happen to enjoy the leo and chalk.”
I look up at him and swallow hard. Well, here we go. Before I chicken out, I look down and say, “I know you said you weren’t looking for any distraction from your goals, but would you like to get—”
My words are cut off when he takes my jaw in his hand. My eyes meet his, and ever so slowly, he moves his thumb along my bottom lip. He swallows hard, and I realize I’m not breathing at all. I get lost in his eyes, and everything inside me catches on fire. Then, by the grace of God Himself, despite all the prayers Nico has been praying, Evan lowers his mouth to mine.
I have never been so ready for a kiss in my life, and there is no way I’m gonna stop.
Rules or not, Evan Adler is mine.
thirteen
Evan
I don’t know what made me kiss Callie at this very moment, but I had to.
Maybe it’s the way her hair is falling down her shoulders or how overwhelmingly gorgeous she is. There is something about the way her hair curls that urges me to tangle my fingers in it. I didn’t expect her to be in my room. She shouldn’t have been, but the moment I saw her, I was blown away by her. Not just the way she looks, but everything about her. Her eyes, her lips, her smile. Everything.
She moves into me, her hands coming to rest on my chest as I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her even closer as I glide my other hand up into her hair. I tangle my fingers like I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I hold her close. She slides her hand up my neck, holding my jaw as our lips move together urgently but slowly. She tastes as good as I imagined, maybe even better. Her lips are sticky from her lip gloss, and she tastes like the Goldfish she was eating. I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have her in my arms, but not even my imagination could have prepared me for this. Callie is full of muscle, every inch of her, but she’s soft in my arms. Her skin is silky, and the dress she wears is like velvet against my arm.
My mind is racing, and I want to critique the way I’m kissing her, but she seems to like it. She moves her hands down my body and under my shirt, her fingers cold against my burning-hot skin. My breath catches against her lips, and she smiles before running her tongue along my bottom lip. I’m leaned over since she’s so small, and my neck hurts, but there is no way I’m stopping this kiss. I didn’t even realize how badly I wanted this until her mouth was on mine. She circles her arms around my waist, to the small of my back, tucking her hands into my waistband and pushing her body into mine.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t rock hard the moment I saw her, but now, I’m so hard I’m throbbing everywhere. I can’t even fathom why my younger brother comes to mind, but he does. I hate that I’m jealous that he has had the real release. That he has experienced the real deal, and I haven’t. I know I’m in the middle of doing just that, but something is holding me back. I feel like I should tell her or even confirm this isn’t just some random hookup. I mean, I gotta see her daily, and I enjoy her company.