Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“I'll tell you-” I trail off when it hits me.
“You remember now? Is it hard to recall what you did twenty minutes ago?”
It takes everything inside of me not to smile. Never in my life have I seen her be a smart ass. Hell, I’ve never even seen her worked up and mad. It’s fucking sexy and adorable all at once. Only she could pull those two things off together.
“James went to the bathroom.” Tinsley rolls her eyes.
“While he was gone Kelly Blackburn popped in to drop off some files for him.” Her eyebrows lift high.
“As in John Blackburn’s wife, Kelly?” she asks. I don’t think she’s ever met Kelly. She has met John a handful of times. The man never fails to mention his wife. So Tinsley knows that he’s madly in love with Kelly.
Tinsley has even commented on it and how sweet it is. That a woman could only hope to have a man love her the way that John loves Kelly. Now that I think back on it, her eyes would always remain on mine while she was saying it.
“The one and only.”
12
Tinsley
“Oh.” I feel a tiny bit embarrassed at my overreaction. Oops is the only thing that comes to my mind at the realization that I had basically gotten myself all worked up over nothing.
In saying that, I still have a lot of questions for Reed but decide to let them go for tonight. Wanting the comfort that he is currently providing me right now. I relax, letting the anger fade away. Now that I’m calm, I remember the fact that we took a bath together. How he had washed me. How he had taken care to be gentle with me. I feel my face start to heat.
“Yeah. Oh.” He taps the end of my nose. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to get you something to eat.” He opens the nightstand, pulling out a remote. “Find us something to watch,” he says before he turns, disappearing through the door. This day went from being utter crap back to me being in Reed’s bed.
I scoot back, putting my feet under the blankets as I flip through the channels to find something to watch. Reed walks back in a few minutes later. He places a soda down and a couple of pills.
“Take them.”
“I’m feeling a lot better.” All the pain left my body when he told me he hadn’t been on a date. I am now on a happy high.
“For me.” He gives me a half smile that has me scooping them up and taking them. “Good girl,” he says before he turns to leave again. I clench my legs together tighter. Those two little words spark something inside me. I don’t want Reed to think of me as a girl anymore, but when he said it like that it felt so different.
I take another sip of my soda before I find a few scary movies that I wouldn't mind watching. I close my eyes as I wait for Reed. I’m too chicken to start them without him. I love scary movies, but I can never bring myself to watch them alone.
I open my eyes when I hear him enter the room. He’s carrying a giant tray which he sets on the bed. “Oh my goodness.” I laugh. My stomach grumbles as my eyes take in all the goodies.
“I wasn't sure what you wanted.” He looks a little sheepish about it.
“You’re going to have to help me eat this.” He’s piled the tray high with an assortment of things. From mac and cheese to pizza bites. All of them are things from the fridge that he could heat up quickly. I don’t think Reed can cook past a bag of popcorn.
“I can do that.” He goes around to the other side of the bed, getting on. He grabs a pizza bite. I watch him take a tentative taste of it and snort a laugh.
“It’s good, you dork.”
He takes a bigger bite. “Not bad.” He snags another. “What are we watching?”
“House on Haunted Hill.” I pick up the remote, hitting play.
“I guess it’s good you’re sleeping in here tonight.”
I look over at him. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” I wink before going back to eating my food as the movie starts to play. Fifteen minutes later Reed is moving the tray off the bed so I can stretch my legs out. He sits back down on the bed, leaning up against the headboard with his feet kicked out.
I’m going to do it. He’s seen me naked. Most of me, at least. I scoot over more, laying my head down on his chest. One hand comes down to rest on my shoulder. We sit in silence watching the movie. It’s hard to pay attention when he’s now playing with my hair. All of this feels natural and comfortable. I roll over so I can face him.