Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
So, for a moment, it’s just quiet, simple, perfection. Just me and her, lying in bed, naked. I could pretty much spend forever like this. But then, of course, the world keeps turning, and the moment passes as she starts to stir awake. She blinks, half turning to look at me, and when her eyes open and shine, and when her lips pull back in a shy smile, I grin.
Fuck, I could get used to this.
“Hey,” she says quietly, blushing.
“Hey yourself. So, I don’t know if you remember, but my name is Jamison. It’s Jenny, right?”
She rolls her eyes. “You are so weird.”
“What does that say about the girl who slept with me, though?” I grin, wagging my brows as she groans and hides her smile in the pillow.
“Multiple times, at that.”
Ramona groans, reaching over and whacking me with one of her many, many pillows.
“I stayed up too late last night,” she groans in a grumbly voice.
“Tired?”
“Beat,” she sighs. “And I’ve got a huge day.”
I shrug. “So, fuck it. Let’s just stay home sick or something.”
She raises her head up, her brows furrowed. “Stay home sick? You mean fake being sick?”
“Well I’m not suggesting we go out and get sick, so, yeah, faking it.”
She frowns. “Jamison, do you know how many people in the world would kill for the opportunity to come get an education at a place like Winchester?”
I roll my eyes, groaning as I roll onto my back.
“Okay, okay, forget it.”
She sighs, grinning as she flops onto me and kisses my bare chest. Which pretty much immediately improves my day.
“Sorry, I get grumpy when I get less than eight hours of sleep.”
“Sorry not sorry,” I grumble back, making her giggle and blush as she kisses my chest again.
“You know I would just stay here, right?”
“Say the word and I’m tying you to this fucking bed for the next twenty-four hours.”
She bites her lip, eyeing me hungrily as her cheeks burn pink. But then, she shakes her head, and before I know it, she’s kicking the covers away and slipping from the bed. I sit up, watching her and feeling my cock stir to life as I watch her pert little ass sashay across the room to the bathroom. The sound of her brushing her teeth makes me grin as I lounge in her bed.
“What do you have for first period today?”
Something muffled comes out of the bathroom, and I chuckle before I hear her spit. Her head pokes out the door, toothpaste still on her lips.
“Stats.”
“Truman’s class, huh?”
She nods. “You?”
“Revolutionary American History.”
She nods, ducking back into the bathroom to rinse. She emerges again, and I let my eyes just feast on her before she regretfully goes to her dresser and grabs a pair of panties, slipping them on before she goes to her closet and starts to dress in her uniform. She glances at me and arches a brow.
“You did get that we’re not staying in all day faking sick, right?”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” I groan.
“Which means, you should probably put clothes on at some point?”
“Think Winchester would be scandalized if I showed up in the buff?”
She giggles. “Oh, I was more worried about Marta.”
I grin, wagging my brows at her as I grab the bed covers.
“Oh, you mean this?”
I fling them back, and her eyes go wide as they drop to the sight of my naked cock. My naked cock which is about two-thirds hard from watching her parade around the room naked for a second there.
I shrug. “I mean, I’m just throwing it out there once more. Fake sick?”
She bites her lip, her eyes dragging over me hungrily before she shakes her head.
“C’mon, get dressed. You don’t want to be late!”
I roll my eyes. “Heaven forbid…” I say dryly.
“Hey, c’mon,” she frowns. “It’s senior year. Colleges look for shit like faking sick right now.”
“Ramona, you’re already in at Stanford. You could literally walk out of school today, flipping off the entire faculty and lighting a car on fire in the parking lot and they’d probably still take you.”
She blushes before she shakes it away.
“Well, how about you?”
“What about me?”
She frowns. “College, Jamison.”
“I’ve got options,” I shrug.
“Options which are going to dwindle the longer you put off applying?”
“Who says I’ve put off applying?”
She arches a brow. “The unfinished essays and applications I saw on your desk the other day?”
“Snoop.”
She sticks her tongue out, and I grin as I walk towards her. Her breath catches as I pull her into me, and I groan as I lean in to kiss her softly.
“I’ve got an idea.”
She smiles curiously.
“Before you suggest it, no, I’m not taking my clothes off and climbing back into bed with you.” She blushes. “As fun as last night was.”
“Best you’ve ever had, right?”
She blushes, rolling her eyes. “Technically, yes?”
I grin. “I’ll take that.”
She smiles as she leans up on her tip-toes and kisses me softly.