Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
We sure had. I made a small noise of agreement and leaned into his touch.
But he had things on his mind. “I’ll never let you down, not ever again.” His earnest tone was quiet. “I want to be everything to you, like you are to me. You’re my first and only priority and, if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.”
The words were unexpected but I needed them so. I hadn’t realized how much until just now.
My nose began to tingle and the familiar sting of tears assaulted me. I blinked them back and when I spoke, my voice held a roughness to it. “I’d like that.”
“Me too, baby,” he confessed as he leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to my swollen lips. “Me too.”
Sometime later, my phone chimed, and when I opened the notification, I choked on a laugh. The video I’d posted now had three hundred thousand views and the comments that followed were hilarious. I was happily surprised to see our friends joined in on the thread.
HellNovakOfficial: Sloppy drumming.
UnicornKween1991: Oh my God. I love watching you two!
LeeVegasOfficial: Do you guys ever wear clothes?
NoahGambleOfficial: Not if they can help it.
StarLover003: I don’t know. This looks set up. You guys can’t possibly be that cute.
CherryUVVOfficial: They really are. I know. It’s fucking sickening.
PearlUVVOfficial: God, you guys are goofballs.
BethUVVOfficial: I love this. Sing it, Clash!
OutForBlood23: ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to post it.’ HAHAHAHA. I’m deceased!
LeeVegasOfficial: Beth… How you doing, sweetness?
BethUVVOfficial: New number. Who dis?
CherryUVVOfficial: Beth… DYING!!!!!!!!!
LeeVegasOfficial: Ouch.
EttieUVVOfficial: I ship this SO much! I miss you guys!!!!
HellNovakOfficial: Cherry, baby, when are you going to give it up and go out with me?
CherryUVVOfficial: New number. Who dis?
BethUVVOfficial: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Perfect World.
Emmy
It was a Sunday. Connor and I had been living together for a couple of weeks and things were good. Actually, they were kind of great. We were happy, we were in love and we were intimate every chance we got. Not only physically but emotionally. It didn’t have to be about sex and a lot of the times, it wasn’t.
It was sitting entwined on the sofa while watching the cooking network and mumbling out, “Yummeh,” whenever a particular dish caught our eye.
It was peeking into his in-house studio to smile as he worked on his music. Every time he scolded himself on messing up, I had to cover my mouth with my hands and sneak away so he wouldn’t hear me laughing.
It was holding hands as we drove almost anywhere and everywhere.
We simply couldn’t get enough of each other.
I wondered if it was a passing fancy. I seriously hoped not. And as we snuck out for a quick bite to eat, Connor drove with his knees as he bit into his hotdog then garbled, “Jesus Christ, I know it’s like ninety percent pig snouts and pigeon meat but I fucking love hot dogs.”
I nibbled on my own but stopped when what he said registered. “Ew.”
He grinned then blindly reached out for me. “Gimme a kiss.”
My face bunched. “There’s mustard on your dog.”
Connor looked over at me before turning his eyes back onto the road. “So?”
“I hate mustard,” I uttered matter-of-factly.
“What?” he gasped, clearly outraged. “Baby,” he started and by God he was serious. “Mustard is life.”
“It really isn’t.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Okay,” he began, “So, what do you put on a ham sub?”
I shrugged. “Mayo.”
“Mayo?” he said then repeated it. “Mayo,” only this time he said it quietly, disgusted, and when he looked over at me, his face screamed ‘revulsion’. “What kind of monster are you, Emmy?”
Smirking, I nibbled on my hot dog. “The one you married.”
He let out a slow and confused, “Mayo.” He then turned to me, frowning and shaking his head, and I couldn’t contain my chuckle. When his hand struck out and caught my wrist, he pulled me toward him. “Kiss me.”
My chuckle transformed into a snigger as I tried to pull away from him. “No. You have mustard breath.”
“If you really love me, you’ll accept all of me, Emily.” His lips pulled up. “C’mon, baby. Give me that mouth.”
“No.” My entire body shook as I attempted to contain my hysterical laughter.
“You’re gonna kiss me and you’re gonna like it. Stop fighting me,” Connor and I tussled playfully as he slowed to stop at a red light, and when he leaned into me, I put my hand to his face, laughing silently as he fought to push through and reach my lips.
“Stop it,” I tittered, only half meaning it. “Watch the road.”
“I am watching the road,” he promised as we continued our lighthearted struggle.
Then…
Thud.
We both stilled.
And playtime was officially over.
“Uh oh,” Connor muttered, wide-eyed.
“Connor,” my mouth rounded. “Did you just hit that car?”
“Uh…” when the car in front of us indicated and began to move to the side of the road, Connor sounded as surprised as I was, “Yeah. I think I did.”