Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Pftt, you’d kill it.”
He’s already turned around but calls over his shoulder. “God’s creatures.”
“It probably ate that mouse!” I yell.
He looks over his shoulder and gives me a sad smile, then grabs a pair of flip flops from outside, wraps a blanket around his shoulder, and walks.
My legs are shaking by the time he’s gone around the corner. I can barely stand, I think I might also throw up.
I love him as a best friend.
We were immature when we were together. But we’re the perfect match—as friends now.
Please don’t let someone else walk out. Why can’t anyone stay? Why can’t someone stay by my side? And why do I get ignored when I beg to stay by theirs?
It’s hard to swallow, it hurts to hold in tears right now.
When I’m just about to break, strong arms wrap around me from behind, a chin rests heavily on my head. I know his smell, I know the way his hands feel around my body, the way his body feels inside mine.
“You okay?” he whispers.
I swallow a few times before inhaling his scent and answering. “Maybe. I don’t know. How much did you hear?”
He squeezes me tighter, wrapping the blanket around me warmly. “The man literally went outside without pants. If I have to put on pants, he has to put on pants, so I went searching for the ugliest pair I could find in his luggage which weirdly enough I also own the same pair of, and was gonna knock and just drop them, then I heard some things, and then I stayed, I’m sorry. I just… I got jealous and then I stayed longer because I could hear your heart breaking in the wind and I hated it.”
“You can’t hear hearts break, it’s silent, only painful for the ones experiencing it.”
“You can hear it when you care for someone, like a twig snapping in the distance, like something final,” he whispers. “If you want to be alone, tell me. If you want to watch the stars, tell me. If you want me to hold you, tell me. And if you want me to sing you a song… tell me.”
A tear slides down my cheek as I turn in his arms and whisper, “Sing for me.”
Why does it feel so final? Like this might be the last time?
He nods slowly, and lightly cups my cheeks. “There once was a ship…”
I burst out laughing, I laugh so hard I break apart from him. “You ass! You would start singing Wellerman! You’re the worst.”
“Hey.” He pulls me close against his chest. “In my book, I made you laugh instead of cry, that makes me the best.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling. “Think so, huh?”
He leans down and steals one kiss, then two. He tastes like whiskey and all the bad choices I want to make because somehow everything with him has turned to good. He only draws back a bit. “Yeah, I do think so.”
“She needs to sign a document!” Dustin yells from the sliding glass door.
I don’t even look. “Does he still have ice on his balls?”
Killian nods. “It’s hard to watch. He has wet spots now, making them slightly see through.”
I make a face. “That would kill any erection.”
“His or mine?”
“Ewwwww, everyone’s!”
“Ah well, I have the girl I like standing out with me in the moonlight, I’m not sure what could kill that erection.”
“Dustin?”
“I’ve learned to ignore the screaming.” His forehead touches mine. “Want to go inside or stay out here?”
I look around, my eyes landing on the couch. “I’d actually like to stay out here.”
He starts to pull away, his face falls.
I tug at his hand. “But with you. And a blanket, and wine, and possibly a bit of kissing.”
He spins me in a circle. “You know rockstars have zero self-control.”
I start laughing. “You are the epitome of control these days. Why not just take me up against the wall and have your way with me, dirty little rockstar?” I’m just teasing, well kind of.
But something flashes in his eyes before he picks me up and walks me over to the couch. “Dustin, turn off the lights, look away, nurse your broken dick. I’m about to use mine.”
Dustin sighs and lowers the paper. “They’re all the same, they think the same, oh I’m the talent, I can do whatever I want, just pay them off, just look the other way, just let me do what I want. Who do you work for?”
Killian frowns and looks behind him. “When have I ever said that to you?”
“Oh, not you, you just get mad about the random dinosaur facts and my inability to stop talking when I’m uncomfortable.” He clears his throat.
Killian clears his.
“Have a good night.” Dustin abruptly closes the door, and the outdoor lights are off, all we have is the moonlight and the fire.