Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
My head rests on his bare chest, my arm wrapping around him much like I’d hug a teddy bear, my leg draping over him, trapping the both of his. Feeling me wake, his arm snakes around my back. Trailing his fingers across my shoulder, he asks quietly, “You good?”
I take a moment to think about that. Am I good?
Considering that my private area is tingling, and my nipples are so taut they could cut through glass, I’d say yes.
Rubbing my cheek along his pec, I breathe him in and reply on a soft exhale, “Yeah.”
His fingers still at my back; he loosens his hold on me and utters sleepily, “Sleep.”
Taking a second to give him a tight squeeze, I relax and exhale.
Twitch doesn’t say much. He doesn’t need to. You know that saying actions speak louder than words? His actions are speaking for him. And I like what they’re saying.
I wonder if he’ll let me keep him.
Today has officially became a rewind day.
You know those days that are so tiring and draining; the type of day where everything annoys you and no one can say a right thing to you? My day has been one of those.
Why a rewind day?
Because you wish you could hit rewind and start it over in a much better way.
It all started last night. I had spent a little more time getting ready for bed. I shaved my legs, moisturised, and wore a plain but short nightie instead of my regular Elmo pajama combo. I made sure I sprayed myself with deodorant and perfume, and made sure my hair wasn’t too unruly. Once I deemed myself kissable, I checked myself in the mirror one last time before sliding under the covers, making sure to show enough skin to look enticing to a certain someone I was beginning to have a major attraction to.
I mean, the attraction was there from the first time he lowered his hood, but as of the last few days, that attraction has quadrupled.
And I was going to do something about it.
I went to sleep thinking that this night would be the night we connected. Emotionally and physically. And I was looking forward to it.
There was one little hitch in my plan.
Twitch never came.
I woke in the morning alone. I lifted my head to find the opposite side of my bed untouched.
And it hurt. I was irrationally hurt.
My chest ached, and somewhere deep in my gut, I knew our time together was finished.
Which brings us to today’s bad day. I’m sure my lips are in a perpetual state of pout, while my brow is stuck in the state of furrow. I must look like a ten-year-old who has been told she can’t have any candy.
Which sucks, because I want candy. I would’ve done anything to have candy. I want candy to make me scream his name as we coupled for the first time.
I want the damn candy. I want to catalogue and alphabetize all the beautiful tattoo’s I have seen, and those that I haven’t. I feel connected to him in a way I can’t explain. He makes me feel safe from everything. From everyone. Deep inside of me, I know he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me.
He just wouldn’t.
And now the candy is gone. Just when I needed a sugar rush.
Figures.
Leaning back in my office chair with a sigh I hope time has mercy on me and passes quickly.
Otherwise, I might just go insane.
Feeling a prickling sensation on the back of my neck, I wake with a start.
Lifting my head from my pillow, I sit up and watch the large shadow walk away from me.
And my heart sinks.
“Twitch?”
Stopping mid-step, he turns and slowly walks back to my bedroom door. My eyes adjust to the dark and I watch him as he watches me. I whisper, “You didn’t come back.”
Fully awake now, I realize how pathetic I must sound, all but begging my stalker-slash-protector to sleep with me forever and ever.
He searches my face in the dim light for a long moment. He asks roughly, “You need my help sleeping?”
Shit.
The way he said that indicated there will be no sleeping if I say yes.
My voice strains. “Yes.”
My nipples become taut under his watchful eye, and he almost takes a step forward, but holds himself back. Reaching into his pocket, he takes some candy and throws them in his mouth. Sucking on them, he says gently but firmly, “There’s only one way I fuck.”
The words are so crude that my lips part and I huff in an unsteady breath.
He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “Dirty.” Watching my reaction, he adds, “And this type of dirty...” He breathes deep and says on an exhale, “…it doesn’t wash off.”
Say goodnight and forget this ever happened.
I stutter through my whisper, “Sh-show me.”
You’ve lost your damn mind.