Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
He was as staid as I was flighty, and just looking at him made me wonder if he had ever cracked a joke in his life. I usually avoided guys like him because they tended to be intellectual snobs, but...
God, he was so sexy.
Something about him was just so potently attractive, and I couldn't stop staring at him. He was just...he was just so...
"What are you doing here?"
He was just so...weird?
"I...um...think you've mistaken me for someone else." That was the only explanation I could think of, for him to grate his words out like that while glaring at me like I had stolen someone's access card to get in.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "Sorry." The harshness in his voice was gone now, but his tone was still naturally rough and velvety, and shameless slut that I am, the sound had my heart skipping a beat. I would love to hear how my name sounded with his voice.
"You...took me by surprise," the stranger went on to say.
"I did?"
"I live in 13A."
My eyes widened. "I'm 13B—-"
"I know. That's why..."
I had taken him for surprise, he said.
My brows furrowed. "I don't think I've ever bumped into you," I said uncertainly.
"You probably didn't notice me," he murmured.
Was he kidding? With a face like his, only an idiot would be able to forget bumping into him, and the thought had me shaking my head decisively. "I would remember if I did."
"Is that so?"
"Well, duh—-" I suddenly realized how I was giving myself away, and when I peeked at his expression, the gleam of amusement in his silvery eyes told me he was thinking the exact same thing.
Eep.
"Actually, I think you're right," I said airily. "I must not have noticed, that's all." And because I didn't want to give him a chance to argue the point, I stuck my hand out and introduced myself. "Saoirse, by the way."
"Hadrian." His hand engulfed mine, and the heat of his touch made me swallow hard, with the way it reminded me yet again of how long it was since I last had sex.
Behave, Saoirse, behave.
His thumb gently ran over my knuckles before releasing my hand, and the unexpected gesture had me pressing my legs together.
Shit.
I quickly turned away and fussed over the controls of my treadmill while I frantically sought to regain control of my hormones, which were acting like they had just been let out of their cages after ten thousand years.
Show some restraint, girl!
I slammed my hand on the Start button in a fit of frustration—-
"Everything alright?" 13A asked politely.
"Yup." I didn't look at him as I spoke and made a show of being super focused on working out until I sensed him finally turning his attention to somewhere else. Good. Life was a little complicated right now, and adding men to the equation would only mean trouble.
Something about 13A-slash-Hadrian was just too disturbingly attractive. It reminded me of the time Jason and I had first met. I had only found him cute that time, and that guy had ended up breaking my heart. I can only imagine how worse it could get, with the way a single smoldering glance from Hadrian had me all hot and bothered.
At least I got what I came for, I tried comforting myself. I wanted something to take my mind off my nightmare, and well, that was Mr. 13A in a nutshell. If something was still going to bother my sleep, it would probably the wet dreams I might end up having about him.
Which I wasn't looking forward to.
At all.
Really.
But the way my cheeks once again started heating up said otherwise.
Gaaaaah.
I jabbed the Speed button several times in hopes of outrunning the lustfulness of my thoughts.
Stop being so horny, Saoirse!
But it was no use. It was as if seeing Hadrian had flipped my inner Pandora's box open and out came all my sexual frustrations. The pounding sound of my feet against the treadmill's conveyor belt made me imagine of how it would feel if it were Hadrian pounding into me. Even the way I was starting to sweat had become a sinful thing, with the way it taunted me with visions of naked bodies bathed in sweat, their limbs entangled as they rocked against each other.
I had never been this fixated on sex before. Never. Not even in the first few years Jason and I were together, and we had been so madly in love. Was this desperate need for sex merely a symptom of perimenopause? Had I been going through some kind of midlife crisis without knowing it, and this inexplicably powerful attraction to my broodingly handsome neighbor was nothing but a manifestation of my subconscious struggles?
It could be any of those things, I supposed.
But it could also be that I was attracted to him for one simple reason, like the fact that it had been a really long dry spell for me...and he was the hottest guy I had come across since waking up from my coma.