Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
In either case, I can’t bring it up now. It’s only a few minutes until guests are going to start arriving.
Including Edward.
The last few days, he and I have stolen every moment possible together. That wasn’t a lot of moments, given the frenzy of trying to get ready. But I ended up pinned against the wall of Edward’s garage, and dragged out for ‘coffee.’ I don’t mind. There hasn’t been a minute that I haven’t wanted to be with him, and those stolen moments barely satisfy. But they’re enough so that I don’t go mad. I’m planning on spending the night with him again soon. I need it. I feel like I won’t be able to breathe if I don’t.
“Nervous?” I ask my mom as she straightens one of the trays of fruit for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Yes, actually. I really want this to work.”
“It will. And even if it doesn’t, that doesn’t mean that it’s the end. It’s just another hurdle to jump over.”
She nods. “You’re right.”
There’s a knock at the door, and I jump. Mom straightens, and she turns into a different person. All the nerves are gone, her spine is straight, and she’s ready to charm the money out of everyone who arrives. And people do arrive. More people than we actually expected for so early in the party. That’s both good and bad—the more people that are here the more successful the idea appears and the more people are likely to donate.
But we also underestimated the amount of food and beverages that we might actually need. It’s not bad yet, but I could be going shopping in the middle of this.
Finally, I see Edward. He’s in a sharp dark suit with a crisp white shirt and all I want to do is look at him. That’s a lie I want to look at him and then I want to rip the shirt off, but I swear to God looking at Edward in a suit is better than porn. He probably knows it too. All he’d have to do to get me to jump into bed with him is show up looking like that.
I’d probably jump into bed with him anyway, given how talented he is in that department, but this is a whole other level. He smiles at me, and it’s filled with secrets and meaning that no one else will be able to decipher. “Good turnout so far,” he says to me. I hate that he’s standing at a friendly distance, but I can’t exactly make out with him in the middle of the party.
“Yeah, it’s been really good,” I say. “We may have actually underestimated the number of people. It seems like people brought friends. Which is great, but also a little concerning for the food situation.”
“Well it looks great so far.”
I smile. “Thanks.”
He gives me a look. “You should give me a tour.”
“A tour. I think I can do that. What would you like to see?”
“Anywhere that’s private,” he says softly, and I glance around to make sure no one overheard. I have absolutely no problem making out with my boyfriend during this party. But I don’t want to have anything bad happen during the event.
I nod. “Come with me.” Leading him to the office, I open the door. “And this is the office,” I say loudly enough that people in the surrounding area can hear me. And then we walk through together. We’re barely through the door when Edward’s mouth is on mine, and I’m moaning into his mouth. It’s been more than a day since he touched me last and I’m already aching for him. “God, I wish I could have you right now,” I say.
“Why not?”
I laugh, and kiss him again until I have no more breath left to spare and have to catch it. “Because even I’m not that crazy,” I say. “I’m not going to fuck you in my mother’s office with a house full of people on the other side of the door.”
“Could be exciting,” Edward says, smirking.
“You’re crazy.”
His lips are on my neck. “You love that about me.”
God, I love the way his tongue drags across my skin. It’s entirely possible that I’ll never get tired of it. “I really do, but I also am not going to do anything that could mess this up. You know that.”
“I do.”
Our lips find each other like magnets, drawn back to each other like we can’t stay apart. I wish it were later. Then maybe we could sneak away. But that’s not going to happen. Outside, I can hear my mom calling my name. “Shit.”
Edward steps away from me.
“Is my lipstick okay?”
He uses his thumb to smooth something below my lip. “You’re good.”
My name is called again, and I open the door. “Yeah, Mom?”
She strides in, and freezes when she sees Edward in the room with me. “What are you doing in here?”