Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I don’t answer her as we fill more boxes than I care to admit, even giving them extra now that I know where it’s going. I was lucky that I could start over fresh and have the financial means to do it. Not everyone is this lucky. While we fill the boxes, she goes on and on about this show on television about dating abroad and having ninety days to wed.
The whole time, I’m mesmerized by the stories and the way her hands get all animated. She goes on and on about how it works, and I have to admit I’m a little curious myself.
“I can’t believe we did all that in six hours,” I say, looking at the clock on the stove and seeing it’s just after eight.
“I’m surprised my arms could hold anything,” she says and puts her hands up again and her shirt rises. “I swear it was a tough class today.” I swallow, but it feels like I have a mouth full of nails.
I don’t bother answering her. Instead, I turn around and go to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and giving it to her. “Are you hungry?” She shakes her head while opening the bottle and drinking.
“No,” she says when the water bottle leaves her lips. “I’m still full from the pizza you ordered. I am going to get going,” she says, walking to the living room and putting on her shoes.
“Let me order you an Uber,” I tell her, and she looks up. “It’s the least I could do.”
“Fine,” she says, giving in. “You do owe me.” I nod and order her an Uber.
She looks over at the boxes we stacked on one wall. “Don’t forget to call the shelter tomorrow.”
“I won’t. I’m going to ask my sponsor and see if we can give a bit to everyone.”
“That is so nice,” she says and bends to pick up her purse. I almost groan when my eyes go straight to her ass. “I’m out,” she says and opens the door, then turns back around. “Let me know if you start watching.”
“I will keep you posted,” I tell her, walking to the door and holding it open until she gets in the elevator. When the door closes and I don’t see her anymore, I let out a huge sigh of relief. I know we are friends, and I know that I shouldn’t even be thinking of her like that, but every single time our hands touched, it was like an electric shock to the system. I close the door and turn off the lights. I don’t bother putting the chairs back in their place since I know I’ll be up in the middle of the night anyway.
I strip out of my clothes and toss them in the basket and finally walk into the shower. I let the hot water run over me, closing my eyes. The only thing that comes to my mind is Zoe and the way her toes are now painted a deep red. The way her skin shines in the sun, the way her stomach goes in at the side showing you her abs, and the way her ass fills out those yoga pants. I don’t stop my hand from gripping my cock. One time, I think to myself. I’ll just fantasize about her this one time, and then next time, I’ll watch porn. I think about her riding me, her hair swinging from side to side as my hands grip her hips. My mouth taking one of her nipples in my mouth. Another one of her on her hands and knees in front of me, my hands still gripping her hips while she looks back at me.
I don’t think I stroke myself more than ten times before I come with her name on my lips in a whisper. When I open my eyes, the guilt washes over me, so I switch the water from hot to cold and stand in it to clear my thoughts.
* * *
The official start to the season is next Saturday. I already asked my parents if they wanted to fly in, but with my father and his own coaching schedule, it was impossible. So I gave my tickets to Jeffrey, and he and his son-in-law are going to come.
The whole week goes off without a hitch, and nothing out of the ordinary happens. Matthew tells me that my mandatory urine test came back clean. No surprise at that. I’ve only woken up drenched in sweat three out of the five days in the past week. I’ve also binge watched two seasons of 90 Day Fiancé. I’m dying to talk to her about it, but I don’t text her. After I let myself think about her in the shower, I knew it was getting just a bit out of hand, so I’ve kept my distance. But it’s the game opener tonight, so I know I’ll see her, and whether I want to admit it, I’m really excited.