Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Jesus.” He shakes his head, resting his elbows to his knees, studying us. “You better go before I stand.”
“What?” I pull myself from Muffin trying to understand what just happened and why he suddenly looks pissed.
“I want you, Fawn.” He pauses, rubbing his hand down the morning scruff covering his jaw. “I want you, and if I get my hands on you right now, there will be no going back, so you need to leave.”
“Oh.” I lick my lips and look at the door, then back to him, torn between leaving and letting him have me however he wants.
“Go, baby,” he growls, so deep that I swear I feel it skim through every single cell in my body.
“Right,” I whisper, picking up my Uggs that I took off last night and left next to his door. I pause with them against my chest. “Levi.” I turn my head toward him with my hand on the knob to find him still sitting.
“Yeah?”
“Just so you know, I want you, too.” I swing the door open and hurry out and across the hall before he can reply. After knocking on my door, since I don’t have a key, it only takes a half a second for my dad to answer, and when he does, I swear he’s fighting back a grin.
“Well, look who the cat decided to finally drag home.” Here we go.
“Morning, Daddio,” I mutter as he kisses my forehead, and then I scoot past him, dropping my shoes to the floor.
“Where’s Levi?” Mom asks, looking behind me without so much as a hello in my direction.
“He’s taking Muffin for a walk, he’ll be over soon.”
“Did you hear that, Libby? Levi’s taking Fawn’s dog for a walk after she spent the night with him,” Mac says and I look to where my sisters are seated on the couch.
“I heard it, sis.” Libby smirks, and I roll my eyes at the two of them.
“Could all of you do me a favor, and for once, just try to act normal and not embarrass me?” I plead.
“We would never embarrass you,” Mom says, and my head swings to her and I raise a brow. “Well, not on purpose, anyways,” she concludes in a mutter.
“Dad,” I say, pulling my eyes from my mom to look at him.
“When have I ever embarrassed you?” he asks, and I stare at him in disbelief.
“I don’t know, maybe the time Jimmy came over and you asked him if we were having sex.”
“That was a serious question.” He frowns, scratching his beard.
“I was thirteen,” I cry, feeling embarrassed for my teenage self all over again.
“Kids nowadays are having sex young. I wanted you to be safe.”
“Just, please, no talking about sex . . .” I pause to look at everyone. “At all.”
“I don’t know, maybe I should have a talk with him. After all, you did spend the night with the man.”
“Oh lord.” I cover my face with my hands and rub hard.
“Did you have sex with him?” Mom asks, and I pull my hands from my face to look at her, standing in the kitchen mixing a bowl of pancake batter.
“No, but even if we did, I wouldn’t talk to you or Dad about it.”
“Why not?” she asks, sounding offended.
“Mom,” I sigh.
“Well, I have years of experience. I should be the person you talk to about sex.”
“Yeah, Mom’s an expert.” Libby giggles, and I turn to glare at her as Mac makes a gag face in her direction.
“No one”—I wave my hand around encompassing all of them—“is allowed to even mention the word sex once Levi is here,” I growl, then stomp toward my bedroom and shut the door. Going straight to my bathroom, I wash my face and brush my teeth, then start up the shower. I know I don’t have a lot of time, but I need a few minutes to prepare myself for the torture that I know is coming. My family behaving like normal people is about as likely as winning the lottery.
Stripping out of my clothes, I get in under the warm water and wash my hair, then put in conditioner and leave it in to soak while I scrub head to toe with my berry-scented body wash. Once I’m clean, I comb out my hair, then rinse it with cool water. Shutting off the tap, I wrap myself in a towel and step into my room, sighing when I find my sisters on my bed.
“Levi’s here,” Mac says, and I look at the door, wondering if I should go out and rescue him before I get dressed. “He’s fine. When we came in here, he was helping Mom with breakfast.”
“Great,” I mutter, grabbing a pair of underwear and slipping them on under my towel.
“So you stayed the night with him—does this mean you’re finally going to tell us what’s going on between you two?” Libby asks, and I look at her over my shoulder while I put on my bra.