Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
As soon as I do, my phone dings. I dive for it, knocking it off the nightstand and then tumbling to the floor when I try to reach for it. Reaching around for it in the dark, I finally find it under the nightstand.
I huff out a breath as I climb back into bed. “Smooth, Olivia. Real smooth.”
When I lie back, I look at the phone and start to read. “I’m home. You in bed?”
I type back to him, “Yes. I wish you didn’t have to go like that.”
His response is immediate. “Me too. But it’s probably for the best.”
I read his text three times, and I’m trying to figure out what he means by that. Why was it for the best? I wish I could ask him, but I don’t have the guts to do it. Or maybe I just don’t want to know the answer.
I must have taken too long to respond because he texts again. “You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m still here.”
“You okay with everything tonight?”
I groan and throw my head back. No, I’m not okay. I’ve never had a man make me come and then practically run out as if it’s not a big deal. I know he was hard for me. I saw the bulge in his jeans when he was adjusting himself. But he left as if he didn’t care that he was walking away from me.
I have to respond though. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
I roll my eyes and huff as I send it. Of course, I’m okay with everything, at least until the night ended. I didn’t like that at all.
His text is immediate. “You’re not telling me something.”
I huff out a breath. I’ve never been one to put myself out there. Especially since everything with my ex-husband. Trust comes hard to me, and it sucks that Jason just left the way he did.
“I better go to bed. I need to get up early,” I text him instead of telling him everything I’m thinking.
“Goodnight, Liv. Dream of me.”
I roll my eyes again and groan into the empty room. This man is going to drive me crazy. Of course I’m going to be dreaming of him. Dreaming of the way he touches me, of the way he reaches for me anytime I’m close, of the loving things he says to me, of the way he makes me feel. Damn, that’s all I’m going to be thinking and dreaming about.
“Goodnight, Jason.”
I toss my phone onto the nightstand and then roll over to my stomach, bury my face in the pillow, and scream.
I’m sure I sound like a crazy person, but letting it out does make me feel better.
I toss and turn with my eyes closed, but no matter how long I lie here, I just can’t sleep. I pick up my phone, type out a text to Abby, and then cringe when I hit the send button.
“You up?” I ask her.
She responds almost immediately. “Yep, you okay?”
“Can I call you?”
“Yes,” she says.
I touch her name and choose the option to call her. When she answers, she doesn’t even say hello. “What’s wrong?”
I groan into the phone. “I can’t believe I’m even telling you this.”
I can hear the smile on her face. “Ooooh, it sounds good. Spill the tea, Olivia. You have to tell me now.”
I blow out a breath. “Okay, but you’re getting the short version. Jason and I had a date last night. He kissed me, and I ran. Literally, it was all too intense. Anyway, I invited him to dinner tonight. We ate—”
She cuts me off. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean you ran?”
I scrunch my nose up. “I mean, I had literally just told him that I did not want anything serious and then he blew my socks off with that kiss. It was not just a kiss. It was an earth-shattering meeting of lips, and I’m pretty sure I saw fireworks.” She gasps, and I’m nodding my head. “Yeah, it was that good.”
“And you ran?” she asks in shock.
“Yes.” I smack my hand to my forehead. “I freaked out. I had to get out of there before I begged him to take me—and I don’t mean just take me. That man has a power over me that I can’t even explain. I was convinced that I liked just going out and having a good time. Well, I can totally see it being more with Jason, and that freaks me the hell out.”
Abby laughs. “Okay, so you saw him tonight.”
I sit up in the bed and lean back against the headboard. “Abby, what I’m about to tell you—ugh, forget it. I’m not going to waste my breath, I know you’ll tell your fiancé, but so help me, Davis had better not say anything to Jason about this. Ugh, I’m dying. Forget it.”