Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Kissing him feels natural. Like I was meant to do this. His grip on me, holding me to him, guarding me from anyone who might come past and take me from him makes me shiver and moan into his mouth. I want to stay like this with him. Forever.
We finally part and he finishes putting me safely on the bike. “How about we go to the movies?”
“That would be awesome. I am not ready to be away from you right now.” Wait? Did I just say that out loud? I check my heart and mind and make sure I am not going to die having spoken so blatantly, but I feel nothing but happiness and truth. He has been changing me. I guess I didn’t realize how much.
“I never want to be away from you, baby, so welcome to the club. Now, what do you want to see?”
“I don’t know. We don't have a tv so I don’t know anything about movies and such.” Once again he doesn’t make me feel bad about my lack of worldly knowledge. He simply nods his head and hops on the front of the bike.
“Alright. Let’s see what is playing and see everything.”
“Sounds perfect.” I say and settle into his back, holding on to him like I don't want to let go. I don’t.
Two movies and three bags of popcorn later my mind has been blown. We went and saw Top Gun: Maverick and Doctor Strange. I am officially a MCU fan.
Walking out of the theater, I didn’t realize how much I didn't know. No wonder everyone at school sees us as freaks. There is a whole life being led by others, which doesn’t make them evil or Satan worshippers. I have to rethink everything. “Thank you for today, Alex.” I tell him as we move back to the parking lot.
“You don’t have to thank me for doing what I was born to do, Pequeña. I love that I get to show you new things.”
“Oh god.” I grip his wrist and turn it so I can look at his watch. I have been entirely wrapped up in everything we have done today, but now, reality is back. “I need to get back to school.” I tell him panicking. Where I was so happy and relaxed a minute ago, now everything I did today seeps back into me and the consequences of this rebellion is clouding my sunny day.
“Relax baby. We have plenty of time. When we get there, just go into the bathroom and wait for the last bell to ring and then walk out with everyone else.”
“Yes but, when the principal calls my father to see why I was absent..”
“Relax baby. I will take care of it. Please don’t worry about anything. Let’s go.” We pull up to the school with four minutes to spare. I get off his bike and he pulls me into his arms. “Meet me under the trellis tonight at nine.” I should say no. I should walk away from him and not look back. I have abandoned all I have known as it is, but I can't. This string between us is too tight and with each touch, kiss, lick, and conversation it becomes stronger and impenetrable.
“Ok Alex. I will see you tonight.”
“Good girl. Now get that ass moving.” He kisses me hard once more and taps my booty, sending me on my way. I make it to the bathroom barely before the bell rings. I wait a few seconds for the hallway to flood with students so I can mix into them like normal. Seems I am getting better at being sneaky.
I make it to the car, not sure what to expect. Would the Principal have called already? Can he tell I spent the entire day in sin enjoying my life as I should be for my age?
“How was school, Imogen ?” His eyes pierce me in a knowing gaze through the rearview mirror. I literally almost word vomit a total confession but Jezebel stops me. Shut the fuck up snitch. Be calm. Don’t ruin it being Miss goody two shoes. For once she is right.
“Good.” I say keeping my answers short.
“Good. We are not waiting on your sister. She is going to bible study with Claire today.” No she is not. There is no bible study on Thursdays. The lies are piling on and right now I feel sick.
I get out of the car and walk inside. My mom is not in the kitchen but my sister is. “Hey Imogen.” My sister Aasta says, chopping the salad.
“Hey Aasta. You don’t work tonight?”
“Nope.” She doesn't say anything else, but I can tell she is holding something back.
“Is everything alright Aasta?”
“Everything is fine, sis. Just have a lot on my mind. How is everything with you?”
“Confusing.” I tell her the truth.