Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Gripping her waist, I sat her on my lap, making sure her ass was right on my dick. Only a couple of guests were left, and my parents had already gone to bed.
Leaning in, I grabbed her chin to face me. From where they were watching, it looked like we were making out. I took it a step further, holding her hair at the nape of her neck and tugging her head back, causing her to whimper in my tight hold.
Eagerly, she straddled my waist and licked her lips, sucking in another breath when I suddenly clutched onto her hips. I immediately felt sick to my fucking stomach, feeling as if I was betraying both at the same time.
The chick inhaled, holding her breath as my hand continued its descent, running along her smooth, heated skin and down to the seam of her ass. Everyone there saw what was going down between us.
Especially Chance and Hazel.
After fourteen years of friendship with both of them, I proved my loyalty to my best friend…
While wrecking his twin sister in the process.
Five
Hazel
Then: One year later
This was only the third time I was flying home since I moved to New York for college. One occasion was for Thanksgiving, and the other was for Christmas. I avoided seeing Ledger both times, but just because I didn’t come home often didn’t mean I hadn’t seen my brother.
He flew out to see me a couple of times this last year. Usually over the weekend. Although, he did stay at my apartment for most of spring break. We were still close, and we texted almost every day.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be flying home for anything like this. The more I thought about what had unexpectedly happened, the further my devastation took over.
During my entire plane ride, I thought about what I’d say to Ledger, and still, I couldn’t form a proper condolence. From the moment I heard the news of his mother tragically passing away, my heart dropped to the floor, and I’d yet to find it again.
I couldn’t fucking breathe.
The ground beneath me on the flight felt like it was swallowing me whole the entire time. I shut my eyes while my emotions bled out of me, desperately trying to come to terms with the fact that I didn’t get to say goodbye to a woman whose home I grew up in.
I hadn’t felt homesick up to that point, but the news hit me hard. I couldn’t stop the tears that formed in my gaze. The pain in my heart was ripping at my soul and eating me alive. The emotions crippled me in ways I’d never experienced before. The guilt of not seeing her because I didn’t want to run into Ledger was too much to bear.
For the most part, this last year, it was out of sight, out of mind, which was about to come back and bite me in the ass the second I laid eyes on him. There I was, about to see him again for all the wrong reasons.
At that moment, in that second, I didn’t care about the consequences of his actions from the last time I saw him.
He needed me.
More now than he ever had before. There was no way in hell I couldn’t not be there for him. At that moment, he was all that mattered to me.
Three hours later, I was breaking so many traffic laws on my way to her funeral in my rental car. Chance offered to pick me up, but I didn’t want him to leave Ledger’s side. I could only imagine what he was going through, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.
It was like drowning in the deep end of a pool with no water.
I. Couldn’t. Fucking. Breathe.
Chance didn’t tell me about Ledger’s mom till last night, and I took the first available flight out. I was mad that he waited until the day before the funeral to inform me, but now wasn’t the time to call him out on it. I knew he must have been going through a lot, and being there for his best friend was the only thing on his mind.
Physically and mentally, I was exhausted as I drove up to the cemetery around noon.
It was the moment of truth.
My heart pounded out of my chest as I walked over to them. People were scattered around, though I didn’t pay attention to anyone. I was too focused on the grave I was walking toward. Grabbing a single rose from one of the several floral arrangements, I finally made my way to her grave.
Once I stood in front of her tombstone, I immediately bowed my head and crouched down. My legs were unable to support my crumpling body. I delicately placed the rose above the engraved beloved mother, burying my face in my hands. I had no idea how long I stayed like that with my anguish pouring out of me.