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)
“Fuck, this better not be a fucking dream.” He puts me down on his island in the kitchen. I open my legs as he steps in the middle of them. Putting the hair behind my ears, he says, “Angel. Do you need to go home tonight?”
My hand goes to his chest and slides his jacket off of him.
“We leave tomorrow, but.” He kisses my cheek, then goes to my neck, and I move to the side, giving him access. “I want you to stay here tonight.”
I look at him as he looks up, his eyes clear as fucking day, and he smiles. Well, side smile, smirking. “Okay.” I put my hands on his waist. “We should talk about, um.” And I look down.
“None of that,” Max says. “No more hiding. I want to see your eyes, angel.”
“Okay, I don’t know what this is.” I put my hand up, pointing to him and then to me. “I mean, I know what I want it to be,” I stutter out.
“Yeah, what do you want this to be, angel?” He smiles.
“I want to date you,” I finally say. “This is stupid.” I push him away or at least I try to.
“Oh, I plan on dating the shit out of you. I plan on kissing the shit out of you, also. Just so you know.”
“Well, that’s good to know since I really want to do all of that.” I lean forward, this time kissing his neck. “What do we tell people?” I whisper. “I mean…”
He stops moving and grabs my face. “I want to tell the fucking world, but I want this to be ours for now.” He kisses me. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, “but no dating other people.”
“I haven’t dated anyone in my life.”
I laugh at him.
“Banged, yeah.”
“Okay, asshole.” I push him away again or try, but he doesn’t even budge. “No banging anyone.”
“Deal. Now let’s go make out in my bed.” He grabs me. “Or the couch. The couch is closest.” He falls on the couch, I fall on him, and we make out for the rest of the night. I wake up the next day to little butterfly kisses on my neck. We fell asleep on the couch in the middle of the make out session. “We have to go,” he says. “I’m going to pack and we are going to swing by your house and get your things.”
“Okay,” I say, turning to my side as he gets up. I close my eyes and then my phone rings from somewhere in the loft, so I get up and walk to the kitchen, grabbing it out of my purse, and see that it’s Cooper.
“Baby girl,” he says as soon as I answer. “Where are you?”
“Umm, why?” I say, looking to see where Max is.
“Because I just checked and you didn’t take off your alarm last night.”
I gasp. “Oh my God, Dad, are you spying on me?” I say as soon as I hear my mother, “I told him it was a bad idea.”
“Well, I didn’t go home last night because I’m at my boyfriend’s house,” I say as my mother laughs and Cooper growls. I shake my head as Max comes in the kitchen and kisses my neck.
“Who the fuck are you dating? Why didn’t Matthew tell me?” he asks loudly, probably running his hand in his hair while trying to pull it out.
“Well, I haven’t told anyone yet. It’s still new. So we want to keep it private for now. Besides, I don’t need you two running him off. I really like him.” I look at Max, who puts his hands on his heart while I bow down at him.
“Do I know him? Have I met him? Is he on the team?”
“Bye, Dad, I’m hanging up. Love you. Mom, I’ll call you later,” I say and he argues with her about knowing who I’m dating.
“So your boyfriend, eh?” he asks, smiling.
“Maybe,” I say, shrugging and putting my shoes on. “Let’s go.”
I finish packing in record time and we are one of the last ones to get to the plane. “Okay, just so you know, I really like you,” I tell him.
“That’s good because I really like you, too.”
He smiles at me and I want to lean in and kiss him, but Matthew is there knocking on the window.
“Jesus,” I say, getting out. “What is your problem? You gave me a heart attack.”
“Dad says you’re dating someone?” he says with his hands on his hips while I laugh. “Don’t laugh, Aly, who the fuck are you dating and how don’t I know about it?”
“I date, Matthew,” I say, walking to the plane with Max by my side and Matthew on the other. “Is it so hard to believe that someone actually wants to date me?” I turn, asking him.
“Max, you picked her up at her house. Did you see this clown she is dating?”