Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I don’t say anything. Instead, I just nod. I don’t say a word while I get dressed and when we walk into his hotel room, he stops and turns to me. “Talk to me,” he urges, tossing his leather jacket from his hand onto the couch.
All the words are jumbled in my head, all of them. I should take a second and get the words in place but nope, not me. I might get this from my uncle Matthew. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t want you there,” I say the most important words. “It never even crossed my mind that we would be together when I booked this.” He just stands there, not saying anything, and I put myself in his shoes. If it was me, I would be so hurt and probably pissy about it. Okay, fine, not probably, it would be a huge pissy moment. “I want you to come with me. Romeo,” I whisper his name. “Will you come with me?”
He looks at me, shaking his head, smirking. “If I was going away,” he starts, “would you not come with me?”
I just stare at him. My feet move on their own to him. I stand in front of him, but this time, I’m the one reaching for him. “Last night,” I admit softly, “things changed.” My hand cups his cheek as my index finger traces his bottom lip. I lean in and kiss him softly. “From now on.”
“You called me your boyfriend.” He grins, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I chuckle.
“Fine,” I say, pretending that I’m annoyed, but instead, it makes me settled. “I mean, I guess so.” I place both my hands around his neck. “Will you come with me?”
“Fine,” he huffs, mimicking me. “I mean, I guess so.”
I push him away from me. “Go pack a bag,” I urge him. Instead of walking away from me, he slips his hand in mine. “What are you doing?” I ask as he pulls me with him to the bedroom.
“I don’t think we’ve ever had makeup sex,” he muses, turning and walking backward.
“Did we even fight?” I ask, my heart speeding up but for a whole other reason. “That was more of a discussion,” I point out to him, but I don’t say anything more because he stops walking once we are inside the room. He grabs my hips and picks me up, tossing me on the bed. I land laughing, and he’s right on top of me. “We don’t have a lot of time,” I remind him as he bends to kiss my neck. Actually, he sucks and then kisses. “The last thing we want to do is show up late.”
“I’m doing my best,” he assures me and then he pushes the shirt over my head. The minute he slides into me, I forget everything.
We walk into dinner thirty minutes late, but no one says anything directly to us. But some looks are shot. I hold my breath when I see Dylan coming over to us. “Well, well, well,” he says, and I think he even puffs out his chest, “you actually came.”
“Simmer down there,” I say, slipping my hand into Romeo’s. “Dylan, have you met my boyfriend, Romeo?” I relay the words, and even Romeo turns his head, the smirk on his face slowly going to a straight big smile. “Romeo, this is my old brother.”
“Oldest,” Dylan corrects. “I’m the oldest.”
“Yeah, we get it,” I say, “let’s just get this out of the way.” I turn to Romeo. “This is Dylan. He is going to be watching you like a hawk to make sure you don’t mess with me. If you do, he’s going to get you.” I look over at Dylan. “And your little dog, too.” My voice goes high and screeches, making everyone laugh.
The dinner isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Romeo mixes in well with the guys, and when we walk out hand in hand, I couldn’t be happier.
“Okay, so the drive should take us six hours,” I share as we get into my car, “and since you won’t let me drive, I’ll be the copilot.” I look over at him as he reaches for the door handle getting out. He pulls his black sweater over his head, leaving him in a black T-shirt.
“There.” He gets back into the car. “That’s better.” I can’t help but laugh. “Where to, copilot?”
I look down at the phone and give him the directions until we are heading out of town on the highway. His hand moves over the middle console as he holds my right hand, my left hand on the back of his neck. “So tell me about what you are doing?” he asks.
“Well, tomorrow I’m shooting a couple for their engagement photos. They want three locations. It’s going to be a long day.” I look over at him, worried that he’ll be bored to death. But knowing that even if he was, he wouldn’t tell me.