Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“It’s your fiancé,” I tell her, moving her arm and giving myself some distance. With the bubble we created last night that continued this morning, it was easy to pretend that Kendall’s mine, but seeing his name on her phone is enough to pop that bubble and throw my ass back into reality.
“He’s not my fiancé,” she says, taking the phone and turning it off.
“You’re still wearing his ring,” I point out, glancing at the huge rock on her finger. I was too distracted by the rest of her to notice it… until now.
She looks at it and grimaces. “I’m ending things with him today. I just didn’t have a chance to take it off.” She shrugs and rolls off the bed, standing. She’s in nothing but my white shirt, and I can make out her perky tits through the thin material and the swells of her ass underneath. All I want to do is pull her back into bed and spend the day devouring her over and over again, but what she said stops me from dragging her back to bed.
“You’re still engaged?”
“Technically, but only because he doesn’t know it’s over yet.”
“And why is it over?”
She sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t want to talk about it. It’s embarrassing, and I’m just not ready yet, but as soon as I leave here, I’m ending things with him.”
“And where does that leave us?”
Her eyes meet mine. “I’m a mess, Dec…”
“I don’t care.”
“You’re best friends with my brother.”
“Still don’t care. You know how I feel about you, and nothing you say is going to change that, so stop fighting this.”
“It would be irresponsible to jump from one man to another. People would think I’m a—”
“Life’s too short to give a fuck about what anyone thinks. I want you.” I grab the front of her shirt and pull her toward me. “Last night, the chemistry was there, and this morning… still fucking there.” I nip at her jaw, and she groans. “Tell me you felt it too.”
“Of course, I did,” she says softly. “I do… And I’d love to spend more time with you, to see where this could possibly go. But I have to end things with Kyle and call off the wedding first. It’s all a clusterfuck, and I don’t want to drag you into it. I just need a little bit of time. Tell me you understand.” She palms my cheeks, and I nod.
“I get it. I’ll be here. Take all the time you need.”
Her shoulders drop in relief. “Thank you.” She presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I better get going.”
I fist the back of her hair and crush my mouth against hers, coaxing her lips open and sucking her tongue into my mouth. My kiss is done with a dual purpose: needing to leave her wanting and remembering, so she’ll come back to me, but also, if this is the last kiss I ever get, I want to make it count.
When I break the kiss, her eyes are glassed over, her lips are bee stung, and she looks as if she wants to climb on top of me—just how I wanted.
“I’ll see you soon, beautiful,” I tell her before I kiss her one last time, praying like hell she comes back to me.
CHAPTER FOUR
KENDALL
Kyle: Where are you?
Kyle: I’m sorry. Please let me explain.
Kyle: I’ve called everyone in your family, and nobody knows where you are.
Kyle: I’m worried about you.
I roll my eyes at his texts, then delete them all, wondering how I ever allowed myself to be fooled by him. I’m smarter than that, and the fact that I fell for his bullshit pisses me off.
Since I’m not in any rush to let him know I’m okay, and the only conversation I plan to have with him involves me chucking my engagement ring at his head while telling him we’re over, I click into the family chat—since everyone texted me several times last night—to let them know I’m okay. Then I send a text to my parents only, asking if we can talk. They both respond instantly that they’re home and I can come over any time.
After letting them know I’ll be by in a couple of hours, I glance out the window of the Town Car I’m in, watching the city pass me by as I think about how quickly everything’s changed in the past eighteen hours… Jesus, has it only been that long since I found—?
I push the thought out of my head, replacing it with Declan. Over the past couple of years, we’ve grown close. He’s become someone I can talk to and have fun with. When we were both still living on the West Coast, we would have barbecues, go to the gym, and spend hours writing music together. And once we were both living on the East Coast, it continued—the hanging out, going out, writing music…