Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I spent several seconds just taking the sight of him in. Oh my God. This was really my Silas, sitting in front of me.
“I can’t believe we’re actually together…in person,” I said.
He moved his head back and forth slowly. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Lola. Even if I wanted to ditch you for lying, I couldn’t get your beautiful face out of my mind. I had to meet you.”
“You’re not so bad yourself. And thank you for returning our clothes, by the way.”
A hint of mischief crossed his face. “Well, I did keep one thing for myself.”
My forehead raised. “You did?”
“I figured I earned the pink lace thong for putting up with your lying butt.” He winked.
My face felt flush. “You’re bad.”
“You have no idea, Lola. If you manage to stick around until the end of the summer, you might just find out how bad.”
Now my entire body buzzed.
Over the next hour, we ordered a couple of drinks each and had a ton of laughs reminiscing about our virtual courtship. My attraction to him was so strong, I wished I could leap across the table and kiss him. But I’d been the one who started this whole thing; it was time for him to make the next move.
At one point, he leaned in and asked, “The bathroom here is unisex, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I brought a Sharpie. Gonna take care of that little issue of my number being posted on the stall. Care to join me?”
The thought of escaping to the privacy of the bathroom with him right now thrilled me.
Standing up from my seat, I said, “Yeah, sure. Let’s do it.”
Silas followed close behind me as we walked to the restroom together. The heat of his body felt scorching at my back.
Inside the small bathroom, there was only one stall and a sink. He opened the door to the stall and got a look at the famous graffiti.
“Son of a bitch.” He laughed, scratching his chin as he stared at his phone number. “But honestly, right about now I wish I could kiss whoever did this shit.”
His words made me feel all tingly inside. Our eyes locked, and within seconds the number wasn’t the only thing plastered against the stall. My back hit the metal of the door as Silas wrapped his large hands around my cheeks and took my mouth into his. Our kiss grew more frenzied by the second, my hands threading through his thick, beautiful hair. The hunger for him that had been building had finally been satisfied. And let me tell you, Silas tasted as good as he smelled.
The stubble on his chin prickled against my skin as he groaned over my mouth, “I’ve dreamed about these lips.”
My panties were drenched. I could feel his erection growing against my stomach. Something told me my long drought might be ending tonight.
When we finally came up for breath, I teased, “Is that a Sharpie in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?”
“That is no Sharpie, my friend.”
“Oh, I know,” I said, pressing my body into his.
He reached into his back pocket and took out an actual black Sharpie. He opened the cap before moving the marker tip back and forth over the inscription on the stall. The entire message and phone number were now inked over.
I thought he was finished, until he drew a heart above it and wrote something on the inside: Lola + Silas.
BY VI KEELAND & PENELOPE WARD
ETERNAL SUNSHINE - L.J. SHEN
WE WERE WATCHING Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in my living room when I realized I was stupidly, madly, tragically in love with Adam Mackay, my older brother Val’s best friend since preschool.
‘We’ meaning Val and his girlfriend Camilla, Adam’s flavor of the week Maya, and yours truly.
I was sixteen, and they were all a few months shy of eighteen. It wasn’t my first rodeo hanging out with my brother’s friends. By then, I’d crafted the art of both being invisible and quiet enough that they didn’t mind my presence, but also useful, as I was on kitchen duty if someone wanted soda or another bag of Sour Patch Kids.
The soft blue light of the TV danced across our faces in our darkened living room. Val and Camilla shared a bucket of popcorn and a Diet Coke. She was perched on his lap, alternating between devouring the salty snack and my brother’s face. Adam and Maya were tucked under a quilt on the couch opposite to where I sat.
The movie was good, but watching Adam’s face uninterrupted trumped any work of art. He had that old Hollywood look that made women’s knees turn to Jell-O. Chiseled jaw, pouty lips, a strong nose, and a jaw so square you could play a board game on it. He had chocolate hair, hazel eyes, and smooth tan skin. A mixture of Scottish, Italian, and Vietnamese, Adam’s bedroom eyes were hooded, and his bone structure was so sharp, he looked like a statue of himself. His physique could give Michelangelo’s David a run for his money.