Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“I guess I’m lucky you’re single then. I don’t know how I would have made it through these past few days without you,” I admit.
“I’m going to be straight with you,” he says, and my stomach drops. “I try to be a good man, Bunny. But if I had been with someone, which is highly unlikely because I don’t really date with my work schedule, I wouldn't have been dating that person after I laid eyes on you.”
I stare at him, really not sure how to respond to that. He’s managed to shock me.
“I’m not going to push anything. I don’t want to scare you, Bunny. I just want you to know where I stand.”
“I’m not scared,” I rush to say. Scared is the last thing I’m feeling right now.
“Good.” He smiles. “Now I’m gonna feed you.” He stands with me in his arms, putting me on my feet. “Are you good with that?”
“Yes.” I nod.
Right now, I’m good with everything. Especially when it comes from Ben. My attachment to him is only growing.
5
Ben
“We can go shopping if you don’t care for any of the things we brought,” Pink tells Bunny as she moves the bags of clothes to the side.
The girls didn’t let me down. I’d told them to go all out with getting Bunny anything she might need from clothes to any of the shit girls use. They hauled in bags and bags of crap.
“No, this is already too much. You’re all so kind.” Bunny leans over into me, feeling shy. We’ve moved to the sitting area that’s off the kitchen.
Ollie is putting the leftovers from our meal into containers to save them for later. She not only cooked dinner, but she made a bunch of other things that can be heated up later. I’m a shit cook, so I’m grateful that she’s stocked the fridge.
I’ve never really picked up on cooking. There was no need to with Ollie in the house growing up. She loved to do it. Even though she’s my little sister, she slipped into a bit of the mom role when we all lived at home.
Hell, sometimes she still shows up at my house and does shit. I’ve come home from a work trip to find my kitchen stocked full. Well, that used to be the case, anyway. Not so much now that she’s knocked up and married, but she still swings by from time to time. It’s in her nature to be a caretaker. I won’t be surprised if she ends up with a herd of kids. And seeing the way my brother-in-law, Jason, looks at her, I’m pretty sure that will be the case.
The sudden thought of having my own herd of kids hits me. My eyes drop to Bunny, my brain conjuring up the image of her pregnant. I quickly push the thought out of my head. So not the fucking time. I’ve already been fighting a hard-on, so I don't need to add fuel to the fire.
“Don’t be silly. We’re here for you.” Pink drops down on the sofa next to Bunny so she’s in between us. “If you need anything, you can call Ollie or me. We programmed our numbers into your phone.”
“Phone?” Bunny peeks up at me.
“I’ve got it,” Ollie calls from the kitchen. “It’s in my purse.” She walks over and grabs it. “I set it up like you asked, and we put some numbers in.” She holds it out toward Bunny and me.
“It’s mine?” Bunny asks, still a bit confused. Or maybe not confused but surprised I got her a phone. I take it from my sister’s hand.
“Yes, it’s yours, babe.” She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth at my term of endearment.
I’m really trying not to come on too strong. I told myself when we left the hospital I was going to go slowly with her. She’s already been through so much. The plan was to just be really fucking good to her. Give her all the time she needs to recover and figure stuff out.
In the meantime, for her to start falling for me. I know I could tell her all I wanted that I am here for her, but what she truly needs is for me to show her. I want to be a steady force in her life that she can always count on without a second thought. To let her see for herself what kind of man I’d be for her.
I have this fear that she already belongs to someone else. That when everything comes back to her, she might remember she has a boyfriend or some shit. Her being a virgin at least nixed a husband. I eyed her ring finger to see if there was an outline of some kind from an engagement ring, but I didn’t see one, so I knocked that off the list. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend.