Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I’m not sure of anything at this moment. The only thing I’m sure of is this kiss is one million times better than I remembered it was. His hands reach out to grab my face, and I swear my body melts into him as his tongue slides into my mouth. I don’t know if I moan into his mouth or if my mouth swallows his moan, either way my whole body awakens for him, just like it did five years ago. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, our tongues going around and around. I’m lost in this, lost in the kiss. Lost in the fact, even after all these years, his kiss still cuts me off at my knees. Lost in the fact I think I could kiss him for the rest of my life and still get butterflies when he’s around. But he’s not yours, my head screams. My eyes flicker open, right before my hands go to his chest, and my eyes close for one more second before I push him away from me. “That was a mistake,” I say, my hand coming up to my mouth as my fingertips touch my lips that can still feel his lips on mine. “That was a big mistake.”
All he does is nod his head and leave without saying anything. I don’t bother watching him walk down the steps, instead I close the door. The sound of the click echoes throughout my apartment and I’m sure the staircase. I lock the door, another sound that seems louder than it ever was before. My head falls to the door as I close my eyes, and I can still picture his eyes right before he kissed me. It was the same look in his eyes all those years ago. “He’s with someone,” I tell myself before I push off from the door and go to the bathroom.
I turn the water on in the sink, avoiding looking at myself in the mirror. The guilt of me kissing a man who is with someone isn’t a look I want to see. I turn the shower on, stepping in and putting my head back so the water can run down my face. Even when I get out of the shower, I avoid looking at myself as I slip on my shorts and tank top.
I peek in on Avery, who is out for the count. Today has been the most she’s ever done at the fair. She must have done that teacup ride ten times in a row, happily showing the girl her bracelet each time. I bend to kiss her forehead. “I love you,” I whisper to her, and all she does is turn over on her side.
I tiptoe out of the room toward mine and slide into bed. My lips still tingle from the kiss. “Asshole,” I hiss when I lie down and think about the kiss I shouldn’t be thinking about. “He just kisses me,” I blurt out. “You let it happen also.” I’m about to argue back to myself when the beep from my phone makes me turn to look at the side table where it came from.
I just stare at it as another beep comes in, this time I reach out and grab the phone, seeing it’s a text from Stefano.
Are you up?
I don’t know why I answer him. I should just put the phone down and ignore it.
No.
I’m about to turn on the do not disturb when the phone rings in my hand. Seeing his name pop up just gets me angrier that he’s put us both in the situation. Maybe he’s used to doing things behind his girlfriend’s back, but I’m not going to enable him. I press the green button. “Hello,” I answer, waiting for him to say something.
“Hi,” he says, letting out a huge deep breath, making my stomach get all these damn flutters. Why is him breathing out such a turn-on?
“Listen.” My voice comes out a little higher than I want it to, and you can definitely hear the pissed-off tone. “I am all for you being a dad to Avery, but that is where it ends with us.”
I wait for him to say something to apologize for putting both of us in this awkward place, but instead, he shocks me with his question. “Go on a date with me?”
The shock quickly leaves and it’s replaced with rage, and I sit up in bed. “Excuse me?” I ask him because what if I think he asked me out but instead he asked me to take Avery out?
“Go on a date with me?” he repeats the same question, but this time I know I heard right.
“Are you insane?” I snap out. “I am not going to date a man who is dating someone else. This isn’t Sister Wives.” I shake my head. “The audacity.”