Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“What if I don’t want you to?”
“Patience, little flower. Patience.” I tuck her hair behind her ears and kiss her lips gently before I put her back in the passenger seat.
On the way back to her place, I keep my hand between her legs the whole time in a possessive hold. She might not know it yet, but it’s mine. I’m just not sure I deserve it.
Chapter Seven
NADIA
I’m not late getting up for school this morning. In fact, I’m so early it’s ridiculous. It took me forever to get to sleep last night because all I could think about was Walsh. I’m still having trouble believing the things we did.
There’s been one major problem, though, and that’s all the text messages Kyle’s been sending me. He texted saying he was sorry he was a dick and that he’s just going through some things. He also said he wanted to make it up to me, but I didn’t respond to any of it. What am I supposed to say? Sorry, I was never really into you but I’m really into your dad? Which is a whole other thing in itself.
Walsh is a father. I know Kyle mentioned that he and his mom weren’t getting along so he came out here to stay. He hadn’t said much else beyond that, but now I wish I would have poked a bit more. Who is Kyle’s mom and was Walsh married to her? Why didn’t it work out? All of these things should be at the bottom of my list of questions and worries, but jealousy nags at me for some crazy reason.
What’s happening with Walsh is some fling, right? We’re just two people having some fun because there’s no way this could possibly turn into something more. I’m not sure how old Walsh is, but if he has a kid he's likely twice my age.
I know for sure I won’t ask Walsh about his ex. The last thing I want to do is come off as clingy or possessive. He’s an older man, and I’ve got to play it cool. I’m sure the women he dates have all kinds of experience while I’m over here asking for a kiss. I’m so lame. He gave it to me, though, and it made saving my first kiss worth the wait. Even if I came off as a dork.
Puckering my lips in the mirror, I decide to put on some strawberry chapstick to make them shine. It might draw his attention there and then maybe he’ll kiss me some more. Though he said he was going to be kissing me somewhere else today.
My thighs press together because I need some kind of relief. I’ve been turned on since I got dressed and didn’t put any panties on. It’s weird not having them on under my skirt, and it makes me feel naughty. I play with my hair before putting a headband on to hold it back out of my face and leave the rest down. The last thing I do is take out my stupid contacts from the drawer.
It takes me almost ten minutes to get them in, and I know I’ll never make it with them all day. They will start to drive me crazy, so I shove my glasses and contacts case along with a pair of panties into my bag. No way I’m walking around school all day without any on. I don’t know why, but I don’t think Walsh would be okay with that either.
This might be a fling for him, but he seems to be somewhat possessive of me. His hand cupped my sex the whole drive home, and when we pulled up to the front of the house, I’d so badly wanted him to change his mind and take me home with him. Too bad I didn’t have it in me to ask.
He’d brushed his mouth against mine and ordered me out of the car. He told me to be a good girl, but maybe if I had been he would have taken me home with him. I’m just not sure how to do that.
I grab my phone off the charger before heading downstairs, and when I see my sister is in the kitchen, it surprises me. I was sure she’d sleep in after being out late.
“Hey.” She glances my way and then does a double-take. She looks me up and down and then cocks her head to the side. “Did you do something different today?”
“Contacts?” I offer, and her brows pull together.
“I guess.”
“I’m just going to grab a granola bar.” I head toward the pantry, and I can feel her eyes on me the whole way. She can sense something is up.
“I was about to make you breakfast,” she calls to me, and my phone goes off in my hand. I expect it to be Walsh because it’s almost seven, but instead it’s someone I really don’t want to talk to.