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)
That wonder morphed into something else, but I couldn’t read the emotion behind it.
“I’m in uncharted territory. You have to be patient with me,” he said.
I climbed to my feet and hurried after him. “I’m not a patient person, but I’m working on it.”
“I wasn’t patient at your age either.” He opened the door, and we headed toward the creek. “Eve, you must be careful, falling to your knees like that.”
“I’ve spent many hours praying. My knees are used to it,” I said.
He chuckled. “That’s not what I meant. I’m not worried about your knees.”
“Then what’s your point?” I glanced over at him.
“When a guy kisses you as I did, and you fall to your knees, he doesn’t think your knees are weak; he thinks you’re suggesting something else. It’s false advertising, Eve. You need to be more careful.”
“Something—” The light bulb went on in my pretty little head. “You thought I was going to …” I bit my lip and looked at him again.
He kept his focus on the grassy path, trying to control his grin while he shrugged.
“I haven’t. I mean, I would. I think. I’ll look into it.” I tapped a finger on my chin.
He lost control and snorted, pressing a fist to his mouth.
“What? Stop laughing at me.” I bumped into him, and he stumbled a few steps to the side.
“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that reaction,” he said.
“What reaction? You assumed I would be more experienced?”
Kyle playfully nudged me back. “No. I don’t assume you’re experienced. I’d like to think you’ve been selective.”
“A virgin?”
“Judicious.”
I laughed. “You’re such a nerd.”
“Let’s get this done before it gets dark,” my dad said as we stepped into the clearing just beyond the bend in the path.
“My hut!” I gasped at the pile of sticks.
“Darling, I told you it was going to come down.”
“No, Dad. You said it should come down. And I said it shouldn’t. Period. We weren’t done discussing it.”
When I looked to Kyle for help, he rolled his lips together and shrugged.
“Did you help him tear it apart?” I pressed.
“Eve, we don’t have time to discuss it. What’s done is done,” Dad snapped.
I kept my expectant gaze on Kyle.
He returned the tiniest headshake as if he didn’t want my dad to know that he was absolving himself of wrongdoing.
While they took down the last dead tree, I dragged limbs and branches to the burn pile. My thoughts were all over the place. One minute, I was composing a long spiel I planned on giving my dad about the hut, the next, I was thinking about my lack of experience with blow jobs. It made my head hurt because thoughts of my dad didn’t belong anywhere near blow job contemplation.
“That’s good, Eve. I’ll finish up with the rest tomorrow,” Dad said, gesturing toward the path back home.
On the way up the hill, he and Kyle discussed widening the path between our two properties so Gabby and I didn’t tear up his grass when riding the four-wheeler or Anikan, the horse we inherited from Sarah’s boyfriend.
I hung back a few feet for a bit of privacy while I pouted.
“I’m going to say good night to Josh,” I told my dad so he didn’t question why I was heading toward Kyle’s house instead of ours.
“Thanks again, Kyle. See you at church in the morning.” My dad veered to the right as I followed Kyle toward the orchard.
“See you in the morning,” Kyle replied.
After my dad was out of earshot, Kyle slowed down and waited for me to catch up. “I told him the hut didn’t need to be torn down, but he didn’t want a storm to blow it into the creek,” he said.
“And you told him that was highly unlikely, right? Then you told him that Josh loves the hut. Right?”
“Sure.”
“Liar.”
He laughed. “It’s not the end of the earth.”
“It’s not the end of the earth,” I parroted mockingly.
“I miss the woman from last night.” He shot me a look with one eyebrow raised.
I was being a woman. An irritated, pissed-off woman.
“I miss the man who stands up for me, protecting me and my things at all cost. My knight in shining armor. Oh,” I smacked my forehead, “that’s right. I’ve never met that man.”
“Ouch. You haven’t given me a chance.”
“I did! You had the chance to save my hut but tucked your tail between your legs and bit your tongue.”
Kyle turned one-eighty to face me, and I bumped into him and frowned. “Eve, last night I let the preacher’s daughter grind against my cock in nothing but her bra and panties. Patience. A hunter waits for his shot. A knight doesn’t storm the castle until he knows he can take the rook and the king. One move at a time. Okay?”
I stared up at him and rolled my eyes. “I don’t play chess. So what move did you make today?”