Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
It had.
I reached for my hair, and sure enough, felt something sticky there.
“How?” I giggled.
He picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and I let out a surprised squeak. “Gee!”
“It’s easier to just take you in here,” he teased. “Plus, this way, I get to touch your sweet ass.”
And touch it he did.
The shower took me a lot longer than I intended because it was massive, and finding the products he’d pointed out took way longer than I thought it would.
Plus, his shower was really freakin’ nice.
As in, I was going to make this my new home and move in, nice.
The second hard part was finding a towel, then some clothes.
Everything was just so dang big that by the time I found the stupid towel—which was surprisingly on a heated towel bar up high, that I decided to open the bedroom door and call out to Garrett.
I want a healthy relationship with toxic sex.
—Bindi to Garrett
BINDI
“Hey, Gee?” I called despite hearing him and his parents talking. “I know that you’re busy, but I can’t find anything at all, and I’m getting a little frustrated.”
The talking stopped immediately and Garrett rushed into the room.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think.”
“It’s okay,” I said, even though I was sure that my frustration was evident. “Finding the towel was hard enough, and I slipped and banged my knee on the tile floor. You don’t have any rugs.”
“Fuck,” he said, “let me see.”
I immediately calmed down.
Being blind was frustrating.
Being blind in a place that you didn’t have any knowledge of was harder.
It would come with time, but there were certain things that could be done now that would make it easier to live a less frustrating life.
One would be having stuff accessible to me, and not just him.
“The cleaning lady came today and cleaned, and she likes to pick up the mats and put them over the shower wall,” he admitted. “I’ll make sure I have a talk with her, and I’ll have the towel bar moved so that you can get it. I moved it up that high because the half-wall allows water to get to it. Maybe I could move…”
He continued to chatter away as he lifted me in his arms and carried me to what I assumed was his closet.
He let me down and took a shirt from a hanger and slipped it over my head.
Only, it wasn’t a shirt, but a sweatshirt.
“I washed your clothes from yesterday,” he said. “As well as today’s clothes. You have nothing left but my stuff. Do you want some boxer briefs or sweatpants?”
“Both, please,” I said. “And do you have any hair ties? I’ll have to braid my hair to keep it under control since I don’t have any product.”
“I have nieces out the wazoo, Bin.” He chuckled as he started to move around the closet. “Of course I have hair ties.”
He showed me where he kept everything in his closet, then helped me into the rest of his clothes and guided me out the door as he spoke.
“I have a brush out here, too,” he disclosed.
“Garrett Carter,” his mother said. “I can’t believe you’d leave her in that monstrosity of a bathroom alone.”
“I’m dumb,” he admitted as he helped me to the couch.
“You’re not dumb,” I corrected him. “It’s hard to comprehend stuff like that when you know that you have all five of your senses.”
“True,” Germaine said. “I got gas thrown into my eyes once and had to cover them up and rub salve on them for a couple of days. It’s amazing how much you rely on your vision until it’s not there to rely on anymore.”
“That’s one of the things that I really like about the complex I’m in,” I explained. “Everything is so user-friendly for the blind. The steps are nice and wide. The whole complex is considered a ‘smart computer’ essentially. I can be in any hallway and call out a question, like ‘where’s the door’ and it’ll give me a direction to follow. All of my lights are turned on and off with the sound of my voice. I can unlock my apartment door with my voice now, too. I can ask what time it is. I can find everything. Heck, even the washer and dryer talks to me.”
“That’s something we never thought about before,” Garnett said. “Garrett, let me see your computer.”
I heard Garrett move, grabbing his computer and heading back toward us.
“Here,” he said to his mother.
When he got closer to me, he said, “I can brush your hair, and I think braid it. But it’s been a while.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ve been braiding it for a long time.”
He ignored me and placed the hair ties into my hand and said, “Lean forward.”
I bent my upper body forward until I was on the edge of the couch cushion, and he moved in behind me so that he was sitting on the couch’s back with his knees on either side of me.