Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I walk to my oversized U-shaped brown couch and turn on the television. The replay of my fight last night is playing. I laugh when I see that I almost face-planted as she stands and watches, shaking her head. She comes to sit next to me, putting her feet under her. “Want to watch Game of Thrones? I can give you side commentary,” I joke with her as I turn on Netflix.
“Great, just what I need, side commentary. This chick fucked her brother and had two kids with him and she’s the queen,” she jokes, but I put it on and she is more into it than she admits. We end up eating on the couch as one episode slips into the next and then she lays her head down near my leg, her hair spanning across my couch and also my leg. I look down and her eyes slowly close and then blink open till she closes them and I hear a soft snore. I don’t wake her up as one hour goes into another and I get up to get a blanket on her. She is now stretched out, one leg bent. One arm is bent over her head, her tank top is rising a bit, and I see a little heart tattoo on her hip. Her other hand is draped around her stomach and Stanley is cuddled at her side and looks at me with a glare when I walk over and cover her.
I look at her, not even sure what to do. I’ve never had a woman here, ever. Well, Denise, but she’s my sister. Other than that, she’s the only other female I’ve had here.
I pick her up finally and carry her to my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. She moans out and cuddles into my chest as I place her on my bed. She turns on her side and blinks her eyes open. “What time is it?” she asks groggily.
“After midnight,” I say. “Sleep here. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
“Okay,” she says. “Or just sleep here. I won’t move.” And she just closes her eyes again.
I place my hand on my waist and tilt my head back, asking for a sign, anything to tell me what I’m about to do is wrong, so very fucking wrong, but it feels so fucking right when I get into bed with her and she comes closer. I don’t move and start off on my back, but when I open my eyes as the sun comes up, I’m still on my back, but she’s wrapped up around me. I don’t move except to put my hand on hers on my chest as I close my eyes and drift off again. The next time I wake up I’m all alone as she walks into the room, her hair piled high on her head and she’s carrying a tray with coffee and orange juice.
“Morning.” She puts the tray down and then climbs into the bed.
“Hey,” I say, leaning over and checking the time. “Shit, it’s late.” I grab the glass of orange juice.
“I know. Good thing I can work from home, so you can drop me off there on your way.” She smiles at me and it’s then I notice that she really never wears makeup.
“Did you sleep okay?” I ask her, getting up, and taking off my T-shirt. I usually sleep naked. But her eyes open as big as saucers as she looks at me from neck to belly button. “Hello,” I say as she blinks again and I laugh.
“I slept like a baby.” She gets up and looks at the floor. “You change. I’ll wait for you out there.” She points to the door and walks out. I know that look. I’m sure I’ve given her the same look once or twice yesterday. The question is, now what the fuck do I do with that?
Chapter Fifteen
Allison
“What the fuck are you watching?” My earphones are ripped out of my ear by Matthew.
“Game of Thrones,” I answer him and then look around for Max, who is sitting in the back with no one next to him, so I get up and walk down the aisle of the plane, throwing myself in the seat next to him. “Oh my God, she has dragon babies!”
He smiles and closes his phone off. “I thought it was stupid.” He eggs me on. We’ve been on the road for three days now, our only game out of town for a month. I was spoiled because next month I’ll be gone for eleven days. I’m dreading it. After I fell asleep in his bed and woke up wrapped around him like a monkey I’ve tried to pretend I don’t really want him other than a friend. The biggest thing is that I’ve failed at every turn. I know when he’s around. I know where he is every time we are in the same room. It’s like my body is on high alert for his. He hasn’t acted any different toward me, so at least he doesn’t feel this from me.