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)
“This can’t go on forever. If you love him, you have to tell your parents,” Erin said, looking up from her textbook as I spun in circles in her desk chair while she sat on her bed with Clifford.
My dad insisted I find a new home for the puppy, so I took him with me to work and pretended I was doing my best, but the look on Josh’s face when Clifford ran to him after school prevented me from being serious about my rehoming promise.
“I don’t think ‘Daddy, I love him’ will work. I think Kyle should tell Fred, get him on our side, and then Fred can tell my dad.”
“Do you think Kyle can get Fred on your side?”
“Absolutely not.” I laughed.
“You know how this story goes, don’t you?”
I stopped spinning and gave her the hairy eyeball. “How does it go?”
“Your parents find out. They disown you, like they did with Sarah. But you don’t care because you love him. And then Josh’s mom returns and takes what you risked everything to have.”
I wrinkled my nose. “You are a terrible friend. Why would you say that?”
She shrugged, returning her attention to her textbook while rubbing Clifford’s tummy. “Friends are honest with each other. You have to be prepared for anything, including his past coming back. Have you talked to him about her? What do you know? Was he madly in love, or was it some one-night stand who popped out a kid and dumped him on his doorstep with a note?”
I rocked back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know. He doesn’t like to talk about it.”
“I think you should run off and get married and then tell your parents. Don’t risk everything until Kyle’s willing to be your new everything.”
“We’ve known each other for less than two months. I’m not sure he’s ready to propose.”
“But he’s taking you to a movie after the game tonight. That’s a step. Right?”
I nodded.
“What movie?”
“Dirty Dancing.”
“What? NO! You can’t see that movie without me. We agreed we’d go together.”
“I’ll see Fatal Attraction with you.”
“I heard it’s a stalker movie. I want to see a real love story.”
“I’m giving you a moment-by-moment account of my love story. What more could you possibly want?”
She slammed her book closed and grinned. “I want to know about the sex. You’re too vague. What position do you do it in? Do you orgasm? Does he go down on you? Does he kiss you after he does? That freaks me out. Like, do you really want to taste yourself?”
I giggled. “I didn’t think about it. He did. It was amazing, and then we kissed, but I was focused on how he looked at me and how he felt inside of me, not how I tasted in his mouth. I must taste pretty good.” I smirked.
Erin covered her mouth to suppress her laughter. “That’s …”
I sighed. “Doesn’t matter. I love having sex with him. I feel like such a perv with a one-track mind. It’s all I think about when we’re together. He’ll talk to my dad about football, and I think about his balls and how they sound slapping against me when we’re doing it.”
“Oh my god!” Erin cackled, falling onto her back.
Clifford jumped on her and started licking her face.
“I have it bad for him. If he dumps me, I will not survive. And it’s not just the sex. It’s the way he smiles. It’s like he gets me. Whenever we look at each other it’s like we’re sharing a secret.”
“Well, you are,” Erin said.
I shook my head. “Yes, but not that one. It’s been this way since the first day we met. It was one look, and this instant feeling like …” I bit my bottom lip.
“Like what?”
I shrugged. “I know it sounds stupid, but it felt like recognition.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Like you’d met?”
“No, like finding something you were looking for. Like, ‘Oh! There you are.’”
Erin gave me a blank stare.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m just saying I love everything about him. He’s playful and such a good dad. I swear I fall harder in love every time I see him just being a dad to Josh. Ugh!” I growled, hugging my fists to my chest. “He’s so manly and rugged, yet smart and caring. He’s just …”
“Perfect?”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
“Oh, Eve, it just feels that way because he’s your first love.”
“I don’t know. I’ve liked other guys, and I’ve wondered if my feelings were love. But this is different. My heart skips so many beats just thinking about him. I may never know what I want to do in life, but I know I want to be with him.”
I curled my hair at home and tucked my dress, shoes, and illegal makeup (not mom-approved) into a bag and headed to the game.
With a few minutes left on the game clock, I left the school and headed to the lake. My car light wasn’t ideal for applying makeup, but I made it work. Then I changed into my red dress. My mom always called it raspberry red. It was one of the outfits I wore for my senior pictures.