Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
And when I drive her home?
Every cell in my body is well aware that I’m not going to see her for thirty days.
My heart gives another squeeze, chest tight. Lump in my throat.
“Let me walk you to your door.”
A nod.
Her sidewalk is annoyingly short, and we’re at the front door in a matter of seconds. Scarlett pauses, back pressed against the doorframe, gazing up at me, she’s so damn beautiful.
“Want to come in?”
I want to—God knows I do. “I better not. If I come in, you know I won’t be able to leave, and I have to be up for my flight at three in the morning.” Not to mention a shit ton of other things to accomplish before I go.
“I’m leaving pretty early, too.”
My hands cup her face, buried in her hair. My thumbs brush her jaw, back and forth, then over her bottom lip.
Pink nose.
Long lashes.
Deceptively sweet dimple.
She’s nothing like I thought she’d be that night I dragged her onto the porch, nothing like that girl running her sassy mouth, arguing to get back inside.
Man am I glad I kicked her ass out, because now this ass is mine.
“Have fun in Florida,” she says against the palm of my hand, miserably.
“Not possible.”
“Yeah right. It’s my dream vacation.”
“You’re my dream vacation,” I croon, trying my damnedest to sound sexy.
It has the opposite effect.
Sounds so fucking dumb that Scarlett starts laughing.
And not that cute, flirty little laugh I love so much—no, it’s the loud, obnoxious one that makes me want to tackle her to the ground and stick my tongue down her throat.
“I can’t.” She gasps. “I’m your dream vacation? Really Rowdy? Oh god, it’s so cheesy I can’t breathe.” She wheezes in the cold, white puffs steaming out her mouth.
“Okay, that didn’t come out the way it sounded in my head.”
“That was terrible. Don’t quit your day job.”
“Would you stop laughing?” I frown. “I’m trying to be serious for a second.”
“I know, I know, but come on…”
I shut her up the only way I can: pull her in until our lips meet and her saucy tongue is inside my mouth.
It’s cold, but she’s warm, and we stand like this on her front stoop, making out like I’m dropping her off at the airport.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her flush, our jackets making it impossible to get any closer.
“You going to start coming to my games when we get back?” Like a good girlfriend.
“Yes.” She’s breathless, raised on her tiptoes, kissing my chin. “And I know so much random baseball trivia, it’s going to knock your jock off.”
I don’t tell her she already has.
EIGHTH FRIDAY
FIRST FRIDAY OF WINTER BREAK
“The Friday Where I Try to Get Her in a Swimsuit.”
Scarlett
Rowdy: You know, I’ve been giving this sex thing a lot of thought. Like…a LOT a lot of thought.
My heart races at the sight of his name on my phone, as it does every single time he messages me or calls.
I sigh, content, tapping open his message, hunkering down deeper into my bedding. It’s freezing outside, winter in full force, the seven inches of snow that dumped on us last night lending a chill to the house. My father insists on keeping the house cool, so I’m always cold, and the weather makes it worse.
The thought of Rowdy warms my body considerably, and I smile, replying.
Me: That’s the LEAST shocking thing I’ve heard you say since meeting you.
Rowdy: I laid in bed last night, and it dawned on me: I get to be the first guy to bang you.
Rowdy: [GIF attachment: camel walking through the desert]
Rowdy: Get it? That was my sex camel reference.
Me: [GIF attachment: disappears into shrubbery]
Me: I got that, loud and clear, you goof…
Me: What are you doing right now?
Rowdy: Plotting
Me: Plotting what?
Rowdy: In due time, Ms. Impatient. Missing me yet?
Me: Yes—I was just about to message you to thank you for the present. It was so sweet of you to send me seashells, they’re beautiful. I can’t believe you got me a gift.
Rowdy: I went to the beach and picked them myself. My parents thought I was nuts.
Me: lol Why?
Rowdy: I haven’t been shell seeking since I was five, that’s why. And here I am, six two, bending over every two feet to pick shells up off the ground. Had to get there early to beat all the competition.
Rowdy: And the beach is an hour drive.
Me: Oh stop, it is not.
Rowdy: You love the ocean, Dimples. Of course I went to collect shells for you.
He is ridiculously thoughtful.
Me: I’d kiss your face so hard if you were here. I really miss you.
Rowdy: Promise?
Me: Yes. Right below your sexy mouth.
I love his lips.
Rowdy: You know how many times I’ve wanted to suck on your dimple over the past few days? Like two hundred.
Me: Uhhhhhh…I don’t know what to say to that, lol