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)
“You always were mine.” I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Now I just have to get you to forgive me. I never knew that people were picking on you because of me. If I’d known…”
“Reid.” She cuts me off. “I’m not 100 percent sure that they picked on me because of you.”
“Yeah, but if I was with you they wouldn’t have said shit.” I grit my teeth, getting pissed thinking about it.
“I don’t know. Some of the girls around school are pretty pissed you’re mine.”
“Zoey.” Those two words hit me hard. She shifts so that she’s now straddling me.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” she teases.
“All yours.” She leans in and kisses me this time. I close my eyes and get lost in her.
13
Zoey
I slowly open my eyes, not remembering falling asleep. The television is muted but still lights up my bedroom. I tilt my head up to look at Reid. At some point I must have passed out while cuddling with him. His fingers are playing with my hair as he stares at me.
“Are you watching me sleep?” I ask before a yawn gets me.
“Go back to sleep if you’re tired.”
“I don’t want to sleep.” I kept thinking all through the movie that Reid was going to make a move on me or something. But he didn’t. The only thing he did was wrap his arms around me to hold me close. He’d made me feel so comfortable I passed right out.
“Want me to start another movie?” I shake my head no. “Are you hungry?” I untangle myself from him. His hand slips away but not before he gets a handful of my ass.
“Bathroom.” I say. He sits up in the bed. We both changed before we started the movie. He’s in gray sweats and a white shirt. Reid has the body of a Viking or something you’d see on a screen and not real life. I guess being a star quarterback keeps you in good shape.
I stare at myself in the mirror. I have on fuzzy socks, sleep shorts and my Dr. Pepper shirt he’d gotten me. It’s still hard to believe that Reid has always been mine. Even when I didn't know it. That’s the thing, and I should really talk to him about it. He can’t keep things like that from me again. Or go over my head because he thinks it’s for the best. It caused me so much unnecessary hurt in the past, and I don’t want us to make that mistake again in the future.
That was a conversation for another day. Tonight I’m trying to get Reid to make a move on me. I know he said he was keeping his pants on, but what about mine? I guess I don’t scream sex appeal the same way some of the other girls do from school. I turn around and glance in the mirror to look at my ass. The shorts go halfway down my thighs. Maybe I need booty shorts? I think I might have too much booty for those shorts, though. It would probably fall out all over the place.
I bend down, pulling off my socks and shorts, leaving me in plain white panties that have little bows on the sides. I am really not prepared to seduce someone. Next I take off my shirt, followed by the thin sleep bra I wear to bed most nights. I poke my curves, remembering what Reid said about them.
“You want something to drink? I’m going to find us another movie.” I hear him moving around in my bedroom. “How about Drop Dead Fred? That takes me back. Is that still your favorite?”
“Yes,” I answer as I pull my hair down. “But I don’t want to watch a movie.” You can do this, Zoey. I give myself a little pep talk. I’m eighteen, and ever since Reid came stomping back into my life it feels as if my body has awoken from a deep slumber and my hormones are out of control. And he’s going to fix it, or I’m going to start thinking he’s only feeding me lines about loving my curves. Though I don’t think you can fake that look he gets in his eyes. The one that always has me thinking he’s going to pounce on me at any second. But he never does. Also I don’t really think you can fake a hard-on, and he is always hard.
“Do you want to go back to sleep? I was enjoying being your pillow. What kind of shampoo are you using these days? I’m going to get hard every time I smell apples for the rest of my life.” I snort out a laugh. “What are you doing in there? I miss you.” My insides melt at his sweet words.
“Then these last few years must have been hell for you,” I toss back.