Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Finally, I ended the kiss, adjusting my erection.
Her gaze followed my hand, making her grin stretch to her ears, but she didn’t say anything about my uncomfortable situation. “I have to go so I can talk to my parents about us before they’re in bed,” she said, opening her door and plopping into the driver’s seat.
“You can what? Wait!” I held open the door.
“What can they say? We’re consenting adults.” She shrugged, putting the key into the ignition.
“Eve …” I narrowed my eyes.
Her gaze washed across my face before she relinquished a shit-eating grin. “Are you panicking?” She smirked. “Of course you are because I’m that good.”
“Evil.”
She laughed while I shut her door.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP, “PAPER IN FIRE”
Eve
I almost called in sick to work the following day, but since I was filling in for another employee, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the owner without someone to work. I wasn’t all evil.
It was the longest day of my life because I needed to talk to Erin so badly that by the time I reached her house after work, I was ready to explode.
“Eve, how are you?” her mom asked, answering the door after I rang the bell twice and knocked a dozen times.
“Great. Uh, is Erin home?”
“Yeah, she’s in her—”
“Thanks!” I called, already halfway up the stairs toward Erin’s bedroom.
She had music blaring from her boombox, and I opened her door without warning.
“Hey,” she said, glancing up from the edge of her bed where her foot was propped up while she painted her toenails red. “How was working on a Saturday?”
I turned down the volume on her boombox just enough to talk without yelling.
“I almost had sex last night,” I said so quickly it sounded like one long, indecipherable word, like I was trying to talk while being electrocuted.
“What?” Her face scrunched, keeping her head bowed to paint her toenails.
I kneeled before her, taking the nail polish from her hands and setting it on her nightstand.
“I’m not done,” she whined.
“I. Almost. Had. Sex. Last. Night.”
Her eyes shot open, along with her mouth.
I covered mine to muffle my scream while nodding repeatedly.
She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Tell me everything.”
I hopped onto her bed and gave her every tiny detail.
“So have you talked to him today? Is he getting condoms? Are you having it tonight? What about Josh?”
I shook my head and giggled at her vomiting endless questions without taking a breath. But I couldn’t blame her because I told the whole story in one breath without pauses for punctuation. “I don’t know. I had to work, so I haven’t talked to him. What am I supposed to do? It’s Saturday night. Do I call him? Just go over there uninvited?”
“Eve! He had his hands on your bare butt! He slid the crotch of your underwear out of the way so he could see your private parts, and he nearly made you orgasm. YES! You go over there tonight and finish the job.”
I gnawed the heck out of my lip for a few seconds. “What if he didn’t get condoms? Do you really think he took Josh with him to get them today?”
Erin hopped off the bed and dug through her purse, pulling out a condom. “Take it.” She handed it to me.
I stared at it.
“Take it.” She shook it in front of me.
I slid it into my pocket.
“Why do you look so nervous?” she asked, sitting beside me to resume painting her nails.
“Because last night we were in the moment. You know how after a football game, especially a big win, everyone is excited and celebrating and …”
“Horny.”
I giggled. “Yes. Tonight will feel different. Like, what if I go to his house, and he’s like, ‘Hey. What’s up? Why’d you come over?’” I bled insecurity in the safety of my best friend’s company.
“Stop. He’s not going to say that. He’ll be like, ‘Josh! Time for bed. NOW!’” Erin said in her deepest man's voice.
I snorted.
“Whatever you do, you have to call me as soon as it’s over and tell me everything.”
“Good idea. I’ll ask to use his phone while he discards the condom.” I rolled my eyes.
Erin capped the nail polish and shook it before switching feet. “You know what I mean. I just don’t want you doing it tonight and telling me about it at church tomorrow when I’ll have to control my reaction. Besides, I know Hazel Johnson always has her hearing aids in and turned up to hear the sermon and every word anyone says.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because she’s always scowling at us.”
“Huh. I hadn’t noticed.”
“Go have sex and call me.” She jerked her head toward her bedroom door.
I stood, feeling like the condom in my pocket was a gun that everyone could see. “It might not happen.”