Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Me: Sounds good. What time?
Cole: Thirty.
I look at the clock and see that it’s going to be five thirty, so it gives me enough time to go downstairs, have dinner, and get back to my room in time for her to call me, knowing the girls go to bed at seven thirty.
Me: Meet you down there.
I toss the phone aside and take off my suit jacket and hang it up, since I’m wearing it for the game tomorrow. The same with the pants as I slide into my tracksuit and running shoes, making it downstairs in twenty minutes.
A couple of the guys are shooting the shit when I pull out a chair and sit down. Dinner is a bit of chaos since they weren’t expecting the team to be eating in the dining room. I make it back upstairs by seven and decide to take a quick shower while I wait for her.
Sliding into a pair of white boxers, I slip into bed and turn on the television while I wait for her to call me. I’m giving her until eight thirty before I cave and call her.
I flick through the channels, my head trying not to go crazy with what I’m going to say to her. At seven fifty-seven the phone rings, and I swear my hand flies out so fast I’m surprise that I don’t drop the phone.
I press the green button, putting it on speaker. “Why didn’t you FaceTime me?”
“I don’t know, you said to call you.” I press the camera button. “Are you FaceTiming me?”
“Yes,” I answer as I see the little white words telling me it’s connecting.
I see that she’s sitting in her bed with her hair tied on top of her head. “Are you in bed?” I ask right away.
“Yes, I—” she stumbles with her words.
“You lied to me.” I can’t help but laugh at her nervousness.
“I did not lie to you,” she snaps, “I have work to do. I’m going to do it after this phone call.”
“I call bullshit.” Which earns me a glare. “You tried to get out of talking to me, so you lied and said you had to work.”
“Again, didn’t lie,” she hisses. “Is this what you had to talk to me about that was so urgent?”
“No.” I snicker. “But it’s fun when you get mad.”
She pffts out. “Now that we’ve got you annoying me out of the way, we can get on with whatever it is you have to say so I can get to doing what I need to do.”
“We need to discuss what you said yesterday,” I tell her. I can see her walls come up but I’m ready to knock them down. “I think you misinterpreted what I was saying.”
“I don’t think anything at all,” she quickly adds in, “and I don’t think we really need to talk about this.”
“Then you are shit out of luck.” I sit up and see that her eyes go from my face to my chest, her cheeks getting a light pink, and I love that I have this effect on her. “Because there are a couple of things that have to be said, and I’m going to say them.”
“I don’t want you to say them.” She takes a deep breath in. “I don’t think we should go there.”
“Too bad.” I shake my head. “You want to forget that it happened?”
“Yes,” she replies without even thinking about it.
“So you didn’t want me to kiss you?” I ask, swallowing down, hoping like fuck she is honest with me. “Because I’m going to be very honest. If you didn’t want me to kiss you and then I kissed you, I’m…” I feel sick to my stomach. “Jesus, I’m not that guy to take advantage of you or anyone.”
“Christopher,” she says softly, “that’s not at all what I meant. You didn’t take advantage of me; you would never do that.”
“Listen, I don’t know what the right and wrong thing is to do right now,” I admit what is on my mind. “I have never been here, but I know a couple of things.” I watch her face as I talk. “And I’m going to say them and then you can do what you want with them.”
“Okay,” she agrees softly.
“There is nothing I wanted more in my life than to kiss you the other night. I’ve wanted nothing more than to kiss you for the last two fucking months, or maybe it’s been longer, I don’t know. But I knew if I didn’t kiss you when I did, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.” Her mouth opens in shock. “The only reason I told you I was sorry was because I thought you regretted it.”
“I didn’t regret it,” she finally says, her voice in a whisper.
“You didn’t even look at me the rest of the night.” I can’t help that my voice cracks. “You avoided looking at me and refused to let me drive you home. It killed me that I had one of the best kisses of my life and then thought you didn’t want it.”