Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
My eyes close as my feet feel like they rise from the floor.
His kiss deepens, and I feel a little tongue, just a whisper. A hint of what it could be.
Oh . . . the way he kisses.
Just when I’m beginning to relax into it, he steps back from me. “I’ll let you go.”
“Oh.” I nod, embarrassed. “Okay.” My eyes search his.
“So . . .” He points to his house with his thumb. “Blake Grayson, your date, is going to go home now.”
“Right.” I nod again.
“And Blake, your friend . . . was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie on your fold-out.”
I smirk.
He holds up his two hands, as if surrendering. “Completely platonic movie-watching only . . . don’t get any ideas.”
“On one condition,” I reply.
“What’s that?”
“We wear face masks while we watch,” I tell him as I put my key into the door.
“Deal.” We walk inside. “But I’m telling you, if an alien with two cocks arrives, you’re taking one for the team.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I frown.
His eyes flick up, as if he’s surprised. “Ignore me, I’m drunk.”
Chapter 16
Rebecca
I put my keys down on the bench. Blake is behind me, and he sits on the lounge.
It’s suddenly awkward, as if we both know this is a bad idea.
What was I thinking?
In my defense, he did say that he wanted to be here as my friend. But now that he’s inside, it feels decidedly like the end of a date.
“Do you want a cup of tea or something?” I ask as I walk around the corner into the kitchen.
“Sure.” He holds the remote up to the television. “What do you feel like watching?” he calls.
“A movie sounds good.”
“Any requests?”
“No, not really,” I call back.
Suddenly I’m panicked.
I take out my phone and go into my group chat. I text Juliet and Chloe. They think I went out with a new date. I left out the Blake part.
I have a situation.
I watch the dots bounce as a text comes back.
Such as?
I asked my date in for coffee after our date, what do I do now?
I wait for the reply, and I can see them both typing furiously.
You jump his bones, that’s what you do.
I begin to sweat, and I type my reply.
I don’t think I’m ready.
I wait for the answer.
Well, do you like him?
I think I do.
Then stop overthinking it.
You will never feel ready.
Only one way to get over this.
I begin to pace in the kitchen as I wait for the kettle to boil. The thing is, I know they’re right; I’ve always got an excuse . . . but this one means more.
Another text comes in.
Nobody is more ready than you.
Rip the band aid off and do it.
They’re right. I know they’re right.
I begin to slowly make our cups of tea, and as I peer into the living room, I see Blake is also on his phone messaging someone. I go back into the kitchen and keep messaging the girls.
Okay give me some pointers, and quick.
Blake
My eyes roam up to the kitchen to check that the coast is clear, and I text my group chat with Henley and Antony.
I’m at a girls house and she told me she wants to take it slow.
Define slow.
Antony is the first to reply.
Slow in my mind means making out with no sex.
Henley chimes in with his answer.
Slow for me means that she gets to come and you don’t.
I screw up my face in question, and I text back.
What do you mean she gets to come and I don’t?
So what . . . you go to third base with her and do everything except pull your cock out?
A laughing emoji comes in from Antony, and I can see the dots as Henley writes.
Basically . . . yes.
I text back.
So you think she wants to go to third base?
Antony replies.
She did invite you in after the date didn’t she?
True.
I think for a moment. Does that mean that she does want to make out?
Fuck me. I thought that I had this under control, but now it has come to my attention that I know absolutely nothing about how to act around a nice girl. I should have gone straight home after the kiss. What was I thinking?
Antony texts.
I think if she invited you in???
I think for a minute. Okay . . . let me get this straight. I can go to third base, and she can come, and I can’t. I frown. Why would anyone do that? And more importantly, why would they want to?
I text my reply.
What do you guys classify as third base?
My eyes roam to the kitchen as I wait for their reply.
I would think kissing and fucking her with your hand, maybe a bit of dry humping?
Fuck me, this is all too confusing. I reply.
If I have my hand down her pants and we’re making out and she orgasms.