Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I tell him, folding my arms and looking out the window to hide my smile. That means that what we shared was special. It was real. That makes it all the more depressing that we have to let it go.
I spend the rest of the day taking catch-up classes online through my college’s website.
“It’s almost like the college administrators planned this break so I could have a little holiday with Kaleb,” I say dryly.
On video call, Gwen laughs. We often do this, studying for minutes in silence and then saying a few words to recharge our mental batteries. That’s the excuse we give ourselves, at least.
“At least he didn’t freak about the crush tape.”
I stare at Gwen like she’s just grown, not one or two, but three news heads.
“It could’ve been worse,” she says, looking at the camera. “I didn’t say anything, but I thought if he found out, he’d go nuclear. I definitely didn’t think you’d be staying in adjoining rooms. Sorry, adjoining suites.”
“That wasn’t our choice,” I mutter. “Paul wanted me out of the house. He’s on strong pain meds, and he doesn’t like me seeing him like that. He thinks it’s going to remind me of Mom and Dad.”
“Well, would it?”
“Maybe, but I’m not a little kid. I’d have to deal with it.”
“Then why agree to go, then?” Gwen says, raising an eyebrow.
“For Paul,” I say firmly.
She nods, but it’s a “right, okay” nod, like she doesn’t really believe me. It’s not like I can blame her. I don’t believe myself, either. There’s only a door between us. Kaleb said he didn’t plan that. He didn’t know the suites were adjoining, just beside each other.
“So it’s over, then?” Gwen says.
“It seems that way,” I reply. “No, it is. We’ve both agreed. The crush is too weird for him. He thinks it changes everything. He thinks he’s taking advantage of me. I know it’s wrong, okay, but tell me this.”
“Go on…”
“How can he take advantage of me if I want him to do it? That’s like the opposite of taking advantage.”
“I’d be more worried if he didn’t have a problem with it.”
“He looked ill,” I say. “It’s like he thinks, just because I wanted him then, I can’t want him now too. It’s like he thinks I’m still that dorky, scared little kid, but would dorky, scared Sophie have thrown that bitch’s phone? Would old Sophie agree to do this interview? No.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Kaleb
I’m a bad man. There’s no other explanation for what I’m doing. I can hear my woman on the other side of the wall, passionately talking. “I’ve grown up a lot since then. Maybe he thinks I haven’t grown up enough.”
I’m not even sure it’s exactly that. This Sophie seems mature and ready to make her choices. She might have the curvy, smoking body of my nineteen-year-old angel, but she’s confident, tough, and experienced in her own way.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s over,” her friend says.
I almost punch the wall. It’s not fucking over, but it is. We have to end it.
“Exactly,” Sophie says, sighing. “Anyway, I’m going to go. I just want to sleep.”
“Okay, hon. Love ya.”
“Love you.”
I walk across the living room, getting away from the wall. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping on her. I shouldn’t even be thinking about her, but I can’t stop thinking about her in bed, maybe wearing a tank top again, her nipples poking through, perhaps lying on her front so I can get a good look at her round ass from behind.
I’m a piece of shit. I return to the living room wall and put my ear against it, but she’s not saying anything anymore. I can vaguely hear a lecture playing, but that’s it. I go into the bedroom, shut the door, and lie on the bed. Barely a second later, my dick’s in my hand.
I should be thinking about the interview tomorrow. We’re doing it with an entertainment network. It’s going to be broadcast live on their social media. Something about making this connection with Sophie has me feeling wild and reckless. Young, full of optimism. This can work. We can make it work.
My mind takes me to tomorrow, to the dressing room. Sophie is bent over a vanity unit with her pants pulled down to reveal her plump ass. She bounces it for me, her curviness jiggling in the hottest way. I’m stroking myself hard, fast, as I think about gliding my tip between her thighs and to her entrance. She’ll take every fucking inch all in one thrust, her walls squeezing my balls, her—
Is that knocking? I sit up. Yep, it is. My cock is rock hard. It’s a struggle to pull my pants back on. My dick bounces up and down as I walk through the apartment and go to the door.
“Yeah?”
Knock-knock-knock.
No, it’s coming from the connecting door. My dick was getting soft, and now it floods with heat again. I go to the connecting door.