Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“Go ahead. If you want to work on some schoolwork, I have a hot spot that’s not connected to Nighthawk or myself. It’s in my laptop bag behind your seat,” Leo offers.
“Are you sure? I can get lost in my work and be the most invisible person when it comes to school.” I watch to see what he says or does, the little nuances that give him away. This time, it’s the slight lift of his lips that lets me know he doesn’t mind. It might be a good idea for both of us, him processing what was said on the phone and me realizing just how much of a scum bucket my parents are.
“Yeah, baby. How’s that creative writing class you’re taking?”
“Wait, how did you know that? I kept that from everyone.” I turn around in my seat after digging around in his laptop bag before finding the hot spot. My own laptop bag is by my seat.
“Tinsley, how do you expect me not to know everything about you? Shit, I knew you liked your bra and underwear to match within the first twenty-four hours. It’s my job to know everything, maybe not the finer things, but you catch my drift.”
“I knew something was messed up in my drawers. I mean, do you see how crazy insane I keep them organized? I’m not sure you noticed that or how even while living out of a suitcase, I’m still able to maintain a ridiculous amount of organizational skills.” I get my laptop set up, my emails pinging right and left once the internet hits it. I ignore them, going straight to my college email instead of my personal one. I’m not interested in anything else, sales or spam. You’d think my compulsion to be organized in certain aspects of my life would bleed into the technology side. It doesn’t. I can have alerts and notifications everywhere and seemingly ignore them.
“I noticed that too. Get to work, crazy girl.”
“You call me crazy? Says the guy who searched not only my apartment but also my room high and low. I think you might be the crazy one, Leo,” I joke before looking at my class assignments. I only missed yesterday. Judging by the amount of schoolwork that’s in my inbox, you would think it was a week. I’m majoring in two different studies, business technology and English. Two polar opposites. I managed to keep that a secret from my parents. My father said if I was going to college, it wasn’t going to become something that wasn’t worthy, while my mother said she wasn’t sure why I even bothered. I’d be married by the time I was twenty-one years old to a man of their choosing. I think they both have completely lost their minds.
“I think we’re going to try and drive into the night, not stop until closer to midnight. Are you okay with that?” Leo asks a few minutes into my schoolwork.
“That’s perfect, but are you going to be okay to drive that much on the little amount of sleep you got last night?” I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks thinking about why we didn’t go to sleep earlier last night.
“I’ll be good, and don’t worry, you didn’t wear me out, too much.” He takes his eyes off the road for a minute to wink at me before he focuses back to driving. My core heats at the thoughts of just how good he made me feel last night. Tonight, it will be my turn to taste him. Leo just doesn’t know it yet. I get back to my work as he continues to drive, trying to get a huge chunk knocked out so tomorrow will be an easier day.
ELEVEN
LEO
I don’t even know how to tell Tinsley the news I got from Slade. She’s going to lose her shit, and I can’t hold her while I’m driving down the highway going eight-five miles per hour. These next two days are going to be brutal, and not just for me.
Tinsley working on her classwork is for the best. Even after the pit stops we made for gas, food, and the restroom, she went right back to it, not questioning why my eyes were glued to her the entire time or why I was stationed outside the restroom door. Tinsley went along with it.
“Hey, will you find a hotel while you’re online? I’m thinking we’ll make it to Wisconsin Rapids. It’s a bit more populated than I’d like it to be, but by tomorrow we’ll be in Virginia. It means another long day on the road. We’re getting there though.”
“You think you’ll be ready to tell me what’s going on by the time we get settled for the night?” Her voice is soft and sweet, much like Tinsley is as a whole.