Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Damn, Kane,” I push my hands into his back pockets and grip his rear which is undeniably so tight. “You really are tryin’.”
“Shut up,” he commands and kisses me deep. Reminding people that I’m still his.
“Tell me again that you love me.”
“Shut up,” he repeats, smiling at me.
Laughing, I slide my hands up his back and rub his shoulders and neck.
“We’ll talk about Austin college later,” he whispers in my ear and pulls back with swollen lips and flushed, stubbled cheeks. “And everything else.”
“We’re good?”
“We’re good.”
I am the luckiest girl in the entire world.
17 years old
Homecoming
“Noooo,” I utter, rubbing my lower stomach.
“What’s wrong?” Poppy asks as she threads a shiny hoop earring through her ear.
“I’m getting my period.”
“Damn, that sucks. You got tampons in your purse?”
“Duh. But I really wanted to fuck Kane in this dress later.”
She grins at my reflection wickedly. “Does it ever feel weird to you, being in a sexual relationship with somebody?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like do you ever feel too grown up for your own good?”
I nod softly. “I guess. I think about it sometimes and it blows my mind. But then again, Kane blows my mind.”
“Yeah from what you’ve said he really blows your mind. I wish Matthew would give me head as often as Kane gives you head.”
“Ew.”
She raises her hands, brown eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’m just saying. The honeymoon period is over for us.” Sadness sweeps away her happiness. “I think he might break up with me.”
“No. He loves you. He’d lose his mind without you.”
She wets her glossy lips and twists her hands in front of her. “He’s been texting Micha Riley behind my back. He doesn’t know I know.”
My heart sinks and clatters into my stomach. Would my brother do that to her?
“She asked him how big his dick was and he replied, why? Do you want to sit on it?”
“Oh my God,” I whisper, feeling emotional on her behalf. “Have you talked to him about it?”
“No,” she admits and smiles sadly. “I’m terrified of the answer and how far they took it.”
“Surely he didn’t—”
“I don’t know. They were at a party together last Friday and rumor has it they were quite close for the last couple of hours.”
I feel nauseous. “He wouldn’t cheat on you.”
“You sure?”
I don’t say I am because truthfully I’m not. If he really texted Micha what she says he did, the evidence is against him. Maybe I don’t know my brother as well as I thought I did.
“If anything had happened, Micha wouldn’t keep quiet about it.”
“You’re right,” she agrees. “That’s how I found out about the texts.”
“Did you see them on his phone or hers?”
“His,” she answers. “And he deleted the conversation the next morning while I was in the shower.”
“Oh my God.”
“I asked him if there’s anything he wanted to tell me and he was adamant there isn’t. I’m just waitin’ for him to tell the truth or not.”
“What are you going to do if he cheated?”
“I don’t know.” Tears fill her eyes. “It might kill me.”
I move to my friend and hug her. She accepts it but pulls back with a new smile on her face.
“Let’s enjoy ourselves,” she says with genuine enthusiasm. “I don’t want to ruin the night.”
“You couldn’t ruin it if you tried.”
If Matthew hurts her like that I will kill him myself.
She puts on such a brilliant mask that at some points even fools me. She seems genuinely happy until she thinks all eyes are off her and then her face falls and her worries claim her gorgeous smile. Still, I don’t probe her because I know it’s not what she wants or needs. What she needs is a great night with her best friend, her boyfriend who loves her, and a pretty dress to help make her feel special.
Mee-maw takes pictures of Marshall and I, who looks so good in a tailor-made suit and shiny shoes. His baby blue tie matches my dress and the corsage on my wrist. His parents join in, all of them making a huge deal out of this which is mortifying.
“They’re planning our wedding already,” Marshall whispers in my ear, making me snort unattractively.
“So sweet,” Mrs. Jones comments, loving the interaction between her son and me.
Thank fuck when it’s over.
We all pile into the limousine and pass around a bottle of gin that Marshall stashed after stealing it from his mom. It tastes like oranges, so yum. Though I don’t indulge too much because I want to be sober for Kane later. I don’t know what it is about going on long rides, but he’s always worked up afterwards. Some of the best sex we have ever had come after his bike rides. But I get it, feeling so powerful, that beast vibrating between your thighs. It’s the second-best highlight of my life riding my bike around when I can. I can’t wait to take it to college with me.