Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
His frown deepened. “After that, of course I want to know. I’d lose my fucking mind if I didn’t.”
“My ego,” I answered simply.
“Come again?”
I sighed. “Remember earlier when I said everything I’d accomplished, I’d done through hard work and my desire to be the best? Why would sex be any different? Obviously, I have to be attracted to you and want to fuck you, which we’ve discovered is a fact, but why it’s so easy for me? My ego. I like to be good at things. I like to jump in and…well, conquer shit. When I decided to be an architect, when I decided to make my father’s dream for himself come true. I didn’t know if I would like it or not but I jumped in with both feet, worked my ass off and excelled at what I set out to do. It was pure luck that I fell in love with it.”
“Are you comparing having sex with me to graduating college and becoming an architect?” He didn’t sound nearly as happy with this discovery as I was.
He turned to walk away and I reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him close to me. “Not like that. Don’t be mad.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “I wasn’t mad. I was going to sit down.”
Oh…well, now I felt stupid. Still, I kept him close and finished speaking. “It’s not the same, obviously. And like I said, I had to want to sleep with you. You’re too intriguing for anything good to come from it but…I want you. I wasn’t going to let something like not having been with a man stop me. Life is about doing new things, right? As we’ve talked about, you never know what will happen; why put off what you want?”
“If I were the swooning type, I might swoon right now. You want me.”
“I do,” I admitted.
“I think you’re intrigued by more than my ass.”
“I never said that,” I teased because it was easier than trying to sort through my thoughts. “Plus, as you’ve learned, I think your fingers and mouth are fun too.”
Sean laughed and I felt the vibration through my chest. It felt good. Being around him felt good.
“Do you want to hang out, or should I be on my way?”
This is where I would typically part ways with whomever I was with. Where I could keep them at arm’s length. Anything more could possibly leave me feeling broken and alone. Not that Sean would have that kind of effect on me. He didn’t. I made sure no one did, but again, I didn’t want to cut my time with him short. I wanted to continue to be around him. “We can hang out. What did you have in mind?”
“What? No air hockey?”
“You keep teasing me about my choices, and I’m going to get offended,” I joked.
“We wouldn’t want that.”
“No, we wouldn’t.”
“Hmm…” he said before pushing up on his toes and kissing the corner of my mouth. “Sorry. Your mouth is a little irresistible.”
He was irresistible too. “Only a little? You’re determined to offend me tonight.”
“So sensitive.”
“Take it back.” I eased him against the fridge.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Keep my irresistible mouth away from you…”
Sean grinned. “You couldn’t handle it.”
“Yes, I could.”
“No, you couldn’t.”
“I think there’s something wrong with us. We’re being strangely…sweet? Or, I don’t know. Like those couples on TV or in movies that are so fucking perfect for each other, finishing sentences and shit. Only with us, it’s banter or arguing like we’re ten.”
It took me a moment to realize Sean stiffened against me, and not the fuck kind like his dick going hard. His whole body was tense and then it clicked, what I said. “No! No, no, no, no.” I pulled back. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I don’t think we’re a couple.”
“You wanna go steady with me, don’t you?” Sean teased, snapping out of the initial fear of my words much faster than I did.
“No. I do not want to go steady with you. Who even says that?” I started to walk away.
“Maybe those sweet couples on TV or in movies who are apparently just like us. We’ll have two-point-five kids in no time.”
“I can’t hear you!” I covered my ears and moved faster toward my room. Sean laughed behind me and damned if I wasn’t smiling as well.
He tackled me to my bed, straddled me, and captured my wrists with his ninja speed.
“I hate you. I’m signing up for karate tomorrow.”
“Why would you do that when I could teach you?” he said, I could tell purposefully, to joke about my ridiculous dislike of people being better than I was at something.
“I could get out of this if I wanted,” I lied.
“Okay,” he said and then, “Let’s go to the drive-in. They’re playing a Jaws double feature. I love those movies.”