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)
I wonder what’s going through her head right now. Is she judging me because I came so fucking fast it’s actually embarrassing?
That’s one thing I’m not going to tell my roommates—not that I’d planned to tell them anything, to begin with, but you get the point. Wonder what the looks on their faces would be if I said, “Oh and by the way, she sucked my dick and it only took me a second to jizz.”
They’d be shook.
Horrified.
They’d try to get me laid and would no doubt throw countless women in my path, stopping at nothing to pop my cherry.
Allegedly.
She’s facing me, looking sweet and cute, curled up like a kitten, practically purring.
Damn. How did I get so damn lucky? Last week, I was a clueless schmuck jerking off on his own a few times a week, and now I’m lying in my bed next to the prettiest girl on campus.
“Now what?” She takes the words out of my mouth, smiling in a way that almost appears shy—even though I know that’s not true. I wouldn’t describe Lizzy Campbell as shy.
Funny, outgoing.
Definitely not shy.
I doubt someone with a shy bone would have climbed in my lap earlier and taken my shirt off—or her own—if it would embarrass her.
Of the two of us, I’m the one who’s introverted and withdrawn, not Lizzy.
“I wonder what we do now,” I admit. “I’ve never done this.”
She worries her bottom lip. “Do you want me to go home?”
No.
But I also don’t want her staying here—then she’ll have to use the bathroom, and my roommates will give her shit, and they’ll give me shit, and the last thing I want is for her to feel… like she’s in a house full of perverted Neanderthals.
Instead of using my words, I shrug.
“So you do want me to leave, or you don’t?” She begins to climb off the bed, and I pull her back down, cuffing her wrist with my big paw.
“I don’t want you to leave. It’s just—my roommates are assholes.”
Lizzy rolls her eyes, settling back onto the bed and propping her chin on her elbow.
Naked.
I do my best to focus my eyes on her face, but it’s hard.
Hard.
Get it?
Ha.
“I have roommates too, you know. If you wanted to come back to my place, you could. No one will bother us, and their bedrooms are upstairs.”
Do I want to go back to her house? Do I think I’d even be able to sleep? Everything about her place is opposite of mine. Listen to me sounding like a pussy. I’m making excuses for not going home with a gorgeous, sexy girl. That is exactly what I’m doing, and she damn well knows it.
“We can leave now before your roommates get home,” she says. “Just throw on your clothes.”
“Just like that?”
Lizzy nods, leaning forward and planting a kiss on my right pec muscle.
“Just like that. There are no rules.”
That’s a lie, and she knows it, but I let her live in this fantasy world where we’re both at ease being bare-assed on the bed and casually chatting like we’re…
Dating and shit.
“You know what one of your biggest problems is, Brodie?” My mom once asked me when I was home for a long weekend—I’d had a break, something we rarely had if you don’t count Christmas and Thanksgiving—and she had seized the opportunity to lecture me about having a social life.
“You know what your biggest problem is, Brodie? You overthink everything. Sometimes it’s okay to let things happen the way the universe wants them to. You don’t always have to try to plan everything out or plan for it. And it’s okay if things get fucked up.”
It wasn’t very often that I heard my mother swear so I remember this conversation as if it happened yesterday because it’s really the only time I ever heard her use the word fuck.
Is that what I’m doing right now? Overthinking things?
I kind of have a good reason to—there are things that Lizzy doesn’t know about me that I have no interest in sharing with her. I mean, I barely know her, so it’s not like I have to spill my whole sexual history, or lack thereof, with her.
I have absolutely no obligation to her.
On the other hand, I feel like she’s someone who could keep my secrets.
Someone who I respect.
And I don’t feel like she would judge me, but I’m just really not in the mood to watch the surprise expression on her face when I tell her that I have never had sex with a female. Or a male, for that matter, ha ha…but you get what I’m saying.
“You actually want me to come home with you?” I can feel my brows; they’re living in my hairline.
“Yes.” Lizzy is off the bed, scooping up her clothes and pulling on her thong, bending away from me, giving me a clear shot of her tight little ass, and suddenly, I want nothing more than to reach across the bed and slap it.