Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
“Cookie?” I need to know, trying to appear cool while internally freaking out over how charming he looks.
He chuckles, and I can already feel the corners of my mouth twitching up at his laughter. “Because you smell as sweet as fresh-baked cookies.” He steps closer to me, and I catch a whiff of his earthy scent. Oh, man. I’m in so much trouble here.
I feel like I’ve known him forever, which confuses the holy heck out of me. “Oh.” It’s the only response my befuddled mind can come up with. “Uh… do I get to make up something to call you?” Like maybe, all mine.
“You can call me whatever you want, Cookie.”
Chapter 3
Piers
I spent last night staring at my ceiling, imagining different ways this night could go down. And now that I’m here, right next to her, I can’t help but let my mind wander to that all-consuming urge to kiss her soft lips right here, in front of all these people.
“I’ll have to think about what to call you." She winks, and my cock hardens at the mischief dancing behind her emerald eyes.
“I can’t wait.” It’s the goddamn truth. I’ve spent every goddamn moment since we met dreaming about her.
“Maybe I’ll ask Winston for his opinion on what I should call you.” She chuckles, sending all the blood in my body straight for my already painfully hard dick.
“I’m sure he’d come up with something colorful.” I’ve never had this much fun discussing absolutely nothing with someone.
“He definitely would.” She laughs, nudging me playfully. That touch sends a jolt of electricity up my arm, and suddenly the air around us catches fire. She tilts her head slightly, studying me with a curious expression as if she can read my mind.
“How’s your unpacking going?” I ask, because dodging the impulse to kiss her is easier said than done, and I need all the distractions I can get.
“Pretty well,” she shrugs, “I promised myself a movie marathon to celebrate when I finish.”
“A movie marathon sounds good,” I reply, hoping to wheedle an invitation from her. “Especially if there’s popcorn involved.”
“Oh, would you like to join me?”
Hell fucking yes. I barely resist the urge to do something totally dorky like fist bumping the air. “Why don’t you come by my house for the movie night? I’ve got an entire man cave equipped with an embarrassingly large tv.”
“I’d love to,” she answers, shocking the fuck out of me. “I’ll bring the popcorn and Winston.”
“Does tomorrow night work for you? Maybe we could do pizza for dinner before our movie.” I’m not going to let the grass grow under my feet now that she’s agreed.
“Sounds great.”
We chat for a while after agreeing on dinner the next night. The party might be buzzing around us, but to me, it feels like it’s just the two of us. I’m completely under her spell. Each minute that passes makes it harder to fight back the urge to close the tiny bit of distance between us.
Jasper, always the typical host, interrupts our little bubble to check in. “Piers, I’m glad you could make it,” he announces grandly, already a few drinks deep by the looks of it.
“The party is great. You’ve outdone yourself,” I tell him as my girl mumbles something about getting another drink.
Sunday morning, I wake up with the sun already high in the sky. I stretch out in bed, savoring the weekend vibes until reality hits me right between the eyes. Remi is coming over, and I have a shit ton to do before my date tonight.
The first order of business is tackling my living room, which currently resembles a war zone. Then I move to the kitchen.
With my home looking slightly more civilized, I head up to shower and dress before ordering our pizza.
Then the pacing kicks in. I’m wearing a track on the carpet, my eyes flitting to the clock every few moments as if it’s taunting me.
Moments drag by as my thoughts wander to Remi. The doorbell finally jolts me out of my head, and I realize it must be the pizza I ordered. I open the door to the delivery guy, who’s way too chipper for the hour.
“Quick service,” I manage, handing him enough cash to cover the pizza and a hefty tip.
“Enjoy,” he replies with a nod.
I head back inside and place the pizza in the oven to keep it hot. It’s not long before another knock gets me moving, this time with more nerves. I swing open the door to find Remi there, her energy lighting up the doorway way more effectively than any bulb.
“Hello, Cookie.” I step back for her to follow me inside.
“Hey, yourself,” she responds, stepping in with an easy laugh.
“Where’s Winston?” I ask and lead her into my spotless living room.
“Uncle Jasper bought him a new squeaky ball, so he decided to stay home and destroy it.” She chuckles, looking around. “Your house is beautiful.”