Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Willow: You mean he kissed you.
Me: No, he just pressed his mouth against mine.
As I send the text I realize she’s right. It was a kiss. Reid kissed me. I mull that over in my mind for a minute, coming to the realization that he was my first kiss.
Willow: Okay. We should talk about the birds and the bees later.
Me: Okay, you win, he kissed me.
When I think back on how his lips had felt against mine, butterflies come to life in my stomach.
Willow: I think it’s badass he checked if you’re hungry. Point for Reid.
Me: …..
Willow: What? That so gets a point! He’s down a 100 so it only makes him -99.
I snort a laugh. I start to text her back, but Reid steals the phone from my hand.
“Hey.” I try and grab it back.
“Putting my number in. I’ll give it back,” he says as he reads the last few texts in our conversation. Why do I feel like he was really trying to make sure it was Willow I was talking to?
“Sure you are.” A second later his phone rings then stops. Okay, he might have been trying to get my number, but he was also being nosy. The way he’s acting right now is making me think back to a time when we were best friends. He has always watched out for me. He also would get grumpy if I didn't give him the attention he needed.
He once told me I was going to replace him with a girl best friend. He made me promise I wouldn't. I think we were twelve at the time. He hadn't really given me much of a choice but to break the promise.
He hands the phone back over to me. “I deleted the texts from Andrew and blocked him.”
I roll my eyes, snatching my phone back. “Let’s eat.” He jumps out of the truck. I glance at my phone to see he’s programmed his name in my phone as All Yours. The passenger door opens a moment later.
I release my seat belt before I turn to hop down out of his truck. Before I can, he’s got his hands on my hips and is helping me down. My body grazes him as my feet find the ground. I lick my bottom lip. His eyes drop there.
Again he leans down, brushing his mouth against mine. “Damn you’re soft everywhere.” He tangles his fingers with mine as we walk into the diner. It's a first come first serve kind of place as far as seating is concerned. Reid leads us to a table in the back corner.
“You kissed me,” I say as he pulls a chair out for me. I sit down. “Twice,” I add in. I look around and see that Missy is here and giving me an angry stare.
“You might want to get used to it.” Reid is saved by the server.
“I’m Celia. I’ll be your server. What can I get you to drink?” Celia doesn't waste time.
“I’ll have water. Zoey wants a Dr. Pepper. Also, we’ll have two orders of fries to start. If you can get that in as soon as possible because my girl is hungry.” Did he just tell the waitress that I was his girl? I swear I feel as though I’m in some sort of dream. And if all of it is a dream, I’m not sure I ever want to wake up from it.
“Yep.” The waitress breaks me from my thoughts. She turns to go put in our order.
“They have the best fries.” He must feel the same. He was fast to order for us. He kind of took the words from my mouth. I stare over at Reid. His eyes are always on me lately.
“What’s happening here?” I want to get to the point. Reid is driving me crazy. “This is weird and is not going to work for me. Can you go back to ignoring me?” I suggest.
“I’ve never in my life ignored you.” He actually says it in a tone like I’m crazy to even suggest such a thing.
We stare at each other until the server is back dropping off our drinks and fries. Reid grabs the ketchup, making a pile before putting some salt on top. Something I always do.
I grab a fry and dip it in before I eat it. “I remember the day you dropped me. Like I was nothing to you. You were supposed to be my best friend.” I let out a humorous laugh. “Ironically, you were always the one worried I would stop being friends with you. Sounds like you had some projection going on even then.”
“That was the problem. I didn’t want to be your friend.”
“What the hell?” I start to stand, but he snags me by the wrist.
“I wanted more. Things that didn’t make us friends, and we were way too young for that then.” My face flushes. I have to turn and look away from him. I know what he’s talking about.