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)
I thought she was perfect. She didn’t need big hair or any sort of embellishments. “I think you’re stunning.”
She sat up, no longer caring about covering herself with the sheet. “But you would be more attracted to me if I looked like one of these girls with modern hair. Right?”
I rubbed my hands over my face. “Where were you twenty minutes ago when I was worshipping your body, coming undone from every tiny moan that vibrated up your chest to your lips? Eve, you’re fucking perfect.”
Her lips twisted, and she gazed at the magazine in her hands. “What about bigger boobs? Would you like that?” She held up the centerfold over her torso so I could see it.
I snatched the magazine and tossed it aside. “I’m going to buy you a dictionary so you can look up the words ‘stunning’ and ‘perfect.’ Let’s go. I have Ruffles downstairs.”
Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth to muffle her squeal. I pulled on my jeans and T-shirt while she pieced herself back together.
“You said you were a Lays guy.”
“I am. But the babysitter likes Ruffles.”
She zipped her jeans and glanced up at me, blowing her hair away from her face. “The babysitter? Is that all I am?”
“What do you want to be?” I wasn’t trying to set her up. And I regretted asking the question the moment it left my mouth.
“It’s too soon to be your girlfriend,” she said, but it sounded more like a question—and maybe a trap.
“I told you before that we don’t have to label anything,” I said.
She combed her fingers through her hair while I tucked the magazine under my mattress. “But you just asked me what I want to be.” Her lips twisted, and it made my stomach twist as well.
What had I gotten myself into? I couldn’t imagine it ending well.
“I think our only option right now is lovers.” Her nose wrinkled. “Not cheesy lovers like that ‘Friends and Lovers’ song. I totally mean something like Billy Ocean’s ‘Loverboy.’” She bit her lips and gave me the sexiest once-over.
I wanted to throw her onto the bed and tear off her clothes all over again.
“Do you wanna be my loverboy?” She snaked her arms around my neck and smirked. “If you give me a beer with the chips, I’ll get on my knees.”
Fuck me.
“And pray?” I asked. “To quote you: God would like that.”
“Come on, Loverboy.” She eased open the door and tiptoed past Josh’s room and down the stairs.
“You have to be home in ninety minutes,” I said, looking at my watch while she opened every cabinet in the kitchen, hunting for Ruffles.
“Are you suggesting we have sex again? Or are you trying to remind me that my life sucks because I’m an adult living with my parents and a curfew?”
“I’m implying we need to keep an eye on the time so you don’t get grounded again.”
“So you don’t get in trouble for screwing the preacher’s daughter? Bingo!” She pulled the chips out of the cabinet to the right of the fridge.
“I feel cheap. Is that all I am to you? A quick screw?” I said timidly, crossing my arms over my chest so my hands covered my pecs, and I curled my shoulders inward while frowning.
She giggled, opening the bag of chips and popping one into her mouth. “Why would you feel cheap?” she mumbled, sending a few crumbs flying out of her mouth. “I’m the one who babysits for nothing more than your attention.”
“I’ve paid you.”
“Not every time.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “After tonight, I think we’re even.”
“What makes you think you’re that good in bed?”
I rolled my eyes. “I was talking about the hut I built for you. Pervert.”
Eve snorted. “Sorry. Yeah, we’re even then.” She brought a chip to my lips.
“Evil.” I grinned, grabbing her wrist and guiding the whole chip into my mouth along with two of her fingers. I ate the chip and the tiny gasp she released.
She cleared her throat, taking a step backward. “Erin is my Adam. If you tell me you haven’t talked to Adam about me, I’ll call you a liar.”
“Guys don’t gossip like teenage girls.”
Teenage girls.
Who was I kidding? I was the pervert.
“If I tell Erin we had sex, it won’t be gossip. And if you don’t tell Adam, then he’s not really your best friend.”
“I’m fine with that. I’m not telling him.”
He would drag it out of me, but I had a point to make with Eve, even if I quickly lost sight of it.
“Because you’re ashamed of me?” She shoved two more chips into her mouth.
“We’ve been over this.”
“Well, let’s go over it again.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Keeping things between two people is okay until you figure it out. Telling everyone, feeling the need to label it or make a grand commitment, is just messy. Keeping something private doesn’t have to mean you’re embarrassed; it might just mean it’s private.”