Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
No chance.
Some of these reality TV shows, especially the ones where they’re dating, are my secret pleasure. I’m not about to go blabbing that to anybody who asks though. Too bad I’m not into crime documentaries or police drama or the occasional comic book hero.
But no.
My favorite thing to do is watch trash reality dating shows.
“You’re seriously going to sit on that dinky couch?”
“Is it dinky?” I glance down at it, smoothing my large hand over the canvas fabric, a surprise from my mom the last time she was in town for one of my games.
It was a bitch getting this thing up here, but it’s cool having a second spot to chill or watch TV and a place for my roommates to sit when they’re in my room.
No one wants their skanky asses on my bed.
Speaking of beds…
It’s not that I don’t want to get on the bed with Lizzy. It’s just that I don’t feel like I’d know what to do with myself if I did.
Spread out?
Lay around in boxer shorts like I normally do?
I’m already in my pajamas although I don’t normally wear pajamas bottoms—I’m only in them now because it’s not like I’m going to hang out in front of Lizzy with my saggy balls in the underwear I normally sleep in.
So here I am wearing the fucking pants, pulling at the crotch uncomfortably when Lizzy has her head turned.
I do my best to get myself settled. It’s not easy—the only thing I can concentrate on is the sound of Lizzy and her breathing and tapping on her phone to flip the pages.
I don’t care what we watch.
Before I can say another word or start another a conversation, the door flies open, banging on the wall behind it with a thud.
“Knock, knock, motherfucker.” Sully has his face already through the door, not waiting for an invitation to come inside. “Oh shit—you really are only chilling in here. Thought maybe I’d catch you two crazy kids up to something else in here.”
Wet from his shower and wrapped only in a bath towel, the asshole is literally dripping water on to my floor.
Seriously.
What the fuck is he doing, trying to look sexy?
My suspicious are confirmed when he leans against the doorjamb, glances down at himself, and flexes his pec muscles.
Christ. What a showboating blowhard.
He may be one of my best friends, but he makes it impossible to relax with a guest in my room.
Lizzy looks amused and smiles at him but otherwise says nothing, and I can tell she has no idea where to look. His chest, the ceiling, or at me.
The fucking nerve of this guy.
“Could you knock, dude? What the fuck?”
Sully ignores me so he can give his full attention to Lizzy and I know this little visit has nothing to do with me and everything to do with the girl sitting in the center of my bed.
“But for real, what are you up to?”
Lizzy has her phone in her hand again, presumably back to her book. “Reading,” she says, glancing at me. “Watching TV.”
“Reading?” Sully snorts, giving his hair a toss, beads of water spraying every which way. “Nerd alert!”
My temporary roommate laughs, not minding that he’s basically insulting her by calling her a nerd. To her face.
“Reading is sexy.” She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Did you not get the memo?”
My roommate crosses his arms over a defined chest—scars and bruises bared for all to see. We all have cuts, scars, and bruises, but Sully has more than most; he loves a good brawl on the ice, and it shows. He has a brand-new shiner beneath his eye that’s starting to turn purple, always on the verge of suspension.
“I just think it’s weird the two of you are in here doing nothing.” He eyes us suspiciously for no reason, nodding his head toward Lizzy. “And she doesn’t want to come down to the living room.”
“Of course we’re in here doing nothing. It’s a school night,” I grumble because I’m an even bigger nerd and because Sully is a fucking idiot, and I want him to leave.
His scrutiny of our situation makes me uncomfortable, and although Lizzy looks perfectly at ease, I don’t want him to make her feel weird. “She has a squirrel in her bedroom.”
“I know, she told me. You could have called me to handle it.” Sully winks at her. “In fact, we can go over now if you want. I’ll bring my stick.”
Lizzy sits stone-faced.
“Your stick?” She laughs, tossing her head back. “Oh jezuzzz.”
“Hockey stick.” Sully winks again. “What’d you think I meant?”
“I thought you meant your hockey stick.”
Good girl.
She is not giving him an inch with which to make an innuendo.
Sully cocks his head to the side, and I study him some more. I want to tell him to leave, but I don’t want to make it obvious—don’t want to look…like I want him out of my room when he’s in here all the time annoying me. So this is nothing new, it’s just different because I have a girl here.