Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“I thought Seattle was supposed to be loud?” I remarked as I stretched out.
He knelt over me, the bed dipping under his weight. “It is, and it is in the city. I’m far enough out that we’re good. Plus, my neighborhood’s particularly quiet.”
A world I’d never live in, but it was a nice visit. Reese bent, and his mouth came to mine. This was all just a nice visit.
Not permanent.
I had to remember that. I couldn’t get caught up.
Reese’s mouth moved down my throat as he undressed me, and I undressed him.
I realized I’d been wrong. I’d thought the ocean was freeing, but it wasn’t. It was dangerous. His shirt came off, and I ran my hands down his chest, feeling how he shivered under my touch.
Yes. So much more dangerous.
I was up, enjoying my first official coffee from Seattle (shame on me for missing it yesterday) when the text came through. Reese had been gone when I got up. He’d woken me to whisper he’d be back around three, so I zonked back out and woke late in the morning.
We’d stayed up till five, a schedule Reese said he couldn’t keep up on a regular basis, but it was a one-off for us, and it’d been worth it.
Every inch of me had been worked over, kissed, worshiped. My vagina felt like it had played a double-header, and I almost groaned when I got into his shower and had the time to appreciate what I was seeing. He had a steamer shower.
Take me now—that’s what I felt as I put the timer on, and it was twenty minutes of gloriousness.
I was tempted to take my coffee back up for another round, because damn, the coffee was amazing too.
Any girl Reese chose could get spoiled by this life. I could see why Marie and A-hole Manager were protective.
Reese: You asked if salt and freshwater could have a conversation and determine who’s better? I can see it. Saltwater would win. It’s fiercer. It has whales. Come on.
Reese: And no I wouldn’t outlaw pervy old business guys. Celebrate them for sure.
Reese: If you ever need to scare off scary dudes again, I’d say up the hyena laugh while you shred their napkins. Side note, were those the two who came up to me first last night?
Reese: Yes. Talking to your barstool would be a good tool to scare them off too. Barstools can have the best conversations.
Reese: Want food? I’ll bring Mediterranean on the way back.
I was laughing, but I flicked something annoying away from my eye too. Rational thought had returned, and there was an ache in my chest. The hole Damian had put there still remained, and I had a feeling some Reese was filtering in there too.
He was being kind. My God, he was so nice, and I was being what? Dramatic? Overreactive? I was the annoying girl people rolled their eyes at—but they didn’t get it. I was just now starting to stand. If I kept falling, sinking more and more into the Reese tsunami, he would spit me out broken in pieces. When did self-preservation kick in?
When did I need to harden my walls so they weren’t completely ripped from me?
I had no answer, because I knew he’d come back. He’d have food with him. That smile would cause my heart to do flip-flops. He’d look at me, smile at me, say my name, and my body would ignite in a happy flame. All the buzzing my phone did from him, that’s what he did to me.
He made me buzz. My heart. My mind. My soul—my inner comedian was gagging at the cheesiness, but it was true. I was a goner, and I was slipping further away each moment Reese was in my world.
My phone went off again.
Grant: You never answered last night. Everything okay? You’re not doing a disappearing act, are you?
I took a deep breath, feeling an instant kick start of nerves, and I forced myself to take the first steps. It was now or I didn’t think I’d ever do it, but I really had no choice.
Me: Things are good. It’s fun, and I’ll take the job.
My phone rang right away. Grant.
I accepted his call, taking the coffee out to Reese’s patio—where, dear Lord, the view was amazing. My knees almost buckled in shock. The waves rolled in and out from the shore.
“Hey.” My voice had gone hoarse for a beat.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Hi.”
He was silent a second. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I sat down on a patio lounger, coffee on the table in front of me, and I snuggled down, getting comfortable.
“Are you sure about the job? Ball Wonder okay with it?”
I grinned at the nickname. “Ball Wonder doesn’t really have a say. We’re friends—”
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up with that!”
I laughed. “Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean.”