Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
What the hell is happening?
When I’m done, I’m almost embarrassed by one, how fast it happened, two, that I somehow had like this weird double orgasm against her mouth.
She wipes it on the towel, face pale. “That was better than taking a sleeping pill.”
“Wait, pause.” I start laughing. “Foreplay made you… sleepier than Benadryl? Are you serious right now? Like I literally put you to sleep both times?”
She starts laughing so hard that she collapses against me. “Hey that took a lot of energy.”
I’m still naked when I lift her into my arms and open the bathroom door, walking her down the aisle and across the living room into my room.
The only problem, I notice, is that the front door suddenly opens.
I turn away, giving the intruder my ass.
“Oh wow. You’ve been doing squats.” Comes Ambrose’s voice.
I turn with her in my arms. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Yeah it is.” Chloe grins. “It’s exactly what it looks like.”
I swear I’m still at half mast, naked, looking like an idiot, I will never live this down. I will never be able to walk away from this.
Ambrose goes to the kitchen and grabs a key. “Forgot the storage unit key, so I flew back real quick so MB could move in the rest of her stuff but you guys,” He gives us a thumbs up. “Doing great, clearly, um…” He cracks a smile. “Do continue your bedroom olympics, I’ll be rooting for gold.”
“Out!” I yell.
“Or in?” He teases.
I flip him off, still holding onto Chloe.
Ambrose just laughs and slams the door behind him.
“So.” I nod. “He just saw my naked ass, half erection, and all for a stupid key, should we charge him next time?”
She looks down. “It is a full show, so at least two dollars, don’t you think?”
“Ohhhh fast food money, good thinking.”
“I mean, if you show your dick, you should at least get some fries with it, you know?”
“Plus ketchup is included.” I laugh. “I think you’re on to something, but for now… we head to bed.”
“I like that plan.” She snuggles up against me. “Now take me to bed.”
“To sleep.” I clarify. “Only to sleep and get better.”
She blinks up at me, eyes all innocent. “Whatever else would I do other than sleep by my suitor?”
“OH wow, and you even said it in a southern accent. I can’t decide if I’m turned on or horrified that you did it so well.”
She laughs and clings to me harder. “Just be proud.”
“I’m always proud.” I nod. “Of you.”
Her eyes well with tears. “Because I’m sick and can still laugh?”
“No. Because you’re brave and you still cry.”
I don’t let her answer as I walk into my bedroom and tuck her into bed. A tear slides down her cheek onto the pillow I will now officially never wash—ever. “I really like you, Quinn.”
“You’re in luck! I really like you too.” I walk toward the light switch and hit it, then turn around. “Also, you should be sleeping, not talking.”
She rolls her eyes, I can even see it in the dark. “I’ll try.”
“Try harder and stop being a distraction before I jump into bed with you.”
“Wouldn’t mind a cuddle.”
“Wouldn’t mind another fuck, which is why I say no to gateway drugs like cuddling and will walk out of this room while you rest, doctors’ orders, shit I just had a very, very vivid day dream about you in a nurse outfit, me as the doctor, ordering you around, you drop a pen, pick it up, our fingers touch, you try to stab me with it, I pull you into an empty room and—“
Her grin is huge. “—And?”
“And I give you CPR because you had a stroke from me touching you?” I laugh. “Yeah, okay, soap opera story time is done now, I’ll just see myself out.” I literally almost run into the door before opening it and leaving the room.
When I finally do, I go to the couch and sit.
I just sit.
My naked self sits.
And I stare at the wall, wishing that I was staring at her.
Life is so extremely strange, but for the first time in a long time, I feel light, I feel like maybe this is it for me. That she’s it for me, that I can be happy. I quickly change into a pair of sweats, grab her some water and set it on the nightstand for her, she’s already sleeping, then go turn on the tv and stare some more.
You’d think I’d be into the show.
Instead, it’s just pictures, movements, nothingness, all I see, even while watching TV—is her.
Chapter Twenty
Chloe
I wake up in a weird bed, then remember why it feels weird. My phone is plugged in next to me and I have about a billion missed texts from Sophie, what? Now she’s concerned?
I’m super confused when I see what they say.