Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Yeah. That one.”
We’re silent for a few seconds when the waitress comes back with our drinks, setting them one by one on the table, loitering. I raise my brows at her, irritated, hoping she’ll take the hint and walk off.
“So let’s talk about it, because it’s all I can fucking think about.”
“That’s because you’re a raging hormone.” Scarlett takes a dainty sip of her hot chocolate. “I mean, look at you. You look like you want to leap across this table and…”
“Bang you?”
She sputters a little, white frothy whipped cream stuck to the corner of her lip. “That’s one way to put it.” Her forearms rest on the table, but her fingers never leave the ceramic mug. “But you know…I don’t want a relationship based on sex.”
“I don’t want a relationship based on sex either, but it would be super neat if we had lots and lots of it.”
“And all this sex you’re wanting to have is with me?” The sip she takes from her hot chocolate is anything but casual as she eyes me above the rim.
“Uh, yes?”
Her laugh is interrupted by yet another server who sets our plates down. She hovers, too, a blatant attempt at striking up a conversation, though not with us as a couple—with me.
My fingertips tap the table, agitated. Knee bounces.
“Can I get you anything else?”
You can get the fuck away from us. “Nope.”
“Are you sure? We have some really great cookies—they were just delivered from the corner bakery.”
Scarlett smiles politely, oblivious. “We’re good.”
“If you need anything else—”
“Didn’t you just hear us say no?”
Jesus Christ, I’m so irritated. Is she hard of hearing? Why won’t these fucking waitresses leave us alone? We were having a goddamn sex talk!
“Sterling,” Scarlett’s voice intones kindly, and she glances up at the girl, smiling apologetically. “We’re good, but thank you.”
She scuttles away.
“Was I being rude?” I deadpan.
“A little?”
I let out a sigh. “Look, we have shit to talk about, and I don’t want to keep getting interrupted.” I glance toward the front counter. “Now that waitress is going to bitch about what an asshole I am, and no one will bother us. See how that works?”
Scarlett’s lips part.
“It sucks, and I’m sorry. I was a dick, but we’re leaving for break in two weeks and I just found you. I’m being selfish.”
She’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about since she left for home, and I’ve been jerking off to images and the idea of her every night, ever since.
My wrist is actually sore; I had to get it wrapped this morning by the athletic trainer.
Her eyes go wide, lashes fluttering. “Just found me?”
“Yeah.” I reach across the table, grabbing her hand. “How the hell am I supposed to freaking enjoy winter break without you? Friday nights are going to suck.”
“I…hadn’t thought about it.”
“I have. Being home sucks. What day do you leave for the holidays?”
“When do you leave?”
“We have a mandatory team meeting with the coaching staff the last night of classes. I’ll get a conditioning schedule from the trainer, see PT one more time, then fly home that Sunday.” I pause, grab a fistful of sandwich, and shove it in my mouth, take a big bite and chew.
The servers might be a pain in the ass, but goddamn this sandwich is good.
I moan, stuffing it farther into my mouth, rolling my eyes.
“God, Rowdy, have some manners!” She laughs, coughing, reaching for the water in front of her to clear her throat. “Stop it or I’m going to choke and die.”
“Too good, can’t help it.” I caveman my voice, chomping down. “So, when do you leave for winter break?”
Down goes her water glass. “Well, I get done with exams early, so I’m leaving on that Wednesday.”
Two more weeks until we won’t see each other until January. Winter break is going to seriously suck; my parents are going to drive me nuts, and I won’t get to see Scarlett. The idea of it is so fucking weird, considering we’ve spent the past six weeks’ worth of Fridays together.
Teasing and talking and making out like teenagers.
It’s been awesome.
“What are you doing while you’re home?”
Scarlett shrugs. “Me? Working if I can pick up hours. It’s hit or miss when all the college students flood the town during their breaks. What about you?”
My shoulders shrug. “I don’t know, whatever my mom has planned—it’s different every year. We don’t have a big family so it’s really uneventful, really fucking boring.” I finally take another bite of sandwich. “My dad bitches every year about all the tourists in town, and this year they mentioned wanting to skip town.”
“It’s Florida! What could be better than that?”
“A last-minute cruise? It’s so cheap leaving from the port in town since we don’t have to fly to get there. Its less than an hour to the coast.”
“That sounds like heaven.”