Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Blake leans forward and closes his mouth over the top of my panties, and my back arches off the couch like a junkie taking their first hit.
How in the world can it be like this? I haven’t had it that long, and yet, after the last ten days, I’ve missed it.
Missed him.
In a way I never thought I could. I don’t know when it happened, but somehow, someway, Blake went from thorn in my side to my newest hyperfixation.
Eggs, football stats, math, weather, data, computers, and now, Blake Boden. At one point in my life, I’ve driven myself to obsession over all of them.
Some I’ve kept, and some blew away like the wind.
It’s too early to tell with Blake, but I really hope my brain doesn’t find a reason to get sick of him.
Friday, June 20th
Blake
Lexi snores lightly from the other side of my bed as I climb out as gently as I can and sneak off to the bathroom.
I relieve myself, wash my hands, and brush my teeth, and then I scoot into my closet to throw on a clean T-shirt and a pair of shorts. When I pad back out into the bedroom, Lexi is still sleeping peacefully.
I skirt the bed on her side, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to her forehead, tuck my navy comforter up higher under her chin, and slide out of the room without making another sound. I pull the door closed gently behind me and run down the hall to my kitchen to grab my keys, wallet, and phone, and then slip out the door into the hall, locking it shut behind me.
God. The high of this morning feels good.
My mouth on Lexi—Lexi’s mouth on me. I’ll remember that shit for the rest of my life and then some. When I’m a fucking ghost, I’ll be whispering about the time Lexi swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock until I came all over her hand for any stranger who’ll listen. I’ll be haunting the new owner of that apartment until they burn the building down to put up a new one, with illicit pictures in their cereal and distant spirit groans.
My couch—that stupid blue couch that I got at a thrift store before my freshman year—will be a staple in my homes, no matter how big they get, for years to come.
I jog down the final flight of stairs and out the front door of my apartment to the gentle light of morning sun as it beams in between the high-rise buildings on Broadway to the south. It pierces my eyes, but not even the sun itself can dim how brightly my spirit is shining today.
Checking both ways three times before crossing the street to avoid being the Brad Pitt in my own Meet Joe Black-style fairy tale, I make my way into Brower Center dining with my mind on donuts and coffee for the girl of my dreams who’s waiting in my bed.
There’s a pep in my step and a whistle on my lips as I step inside the French doors of the dining hall, and then there’s an Ace Kelly right in my chest as we bump directly into each other.
He’s been nearly manic since his moment of self-discovery nearly two weeks ago, but when he smiles at me as we step back from each other this morning, he almost seems like he’s back to his normal self.
“Hey, Ace.”
“Holy shit, everybody, it’s Blake Boden!” he yells, effectively blowing my cover and making me roll my eyes. “How’s it going, man? You’re up and about pretty early.”
“Me?” I question with a laugh, realizing quickly that Ace isn’t even supposed to be on campus right now. He’s not attending the summer semester at all. “What about you? What are you doing on campus this morning?”
“I have a meeting with my peer counselor in a little bit to go over my schedule for the fall. I’m planning to make some changes to my original plan, so I wanted to get ahead of the game.”
“Changes? You switching majors or something?”
He laughs. “Oh. No. I’m putting myself in a position to be in every single one of Julia’s classes, that’s all.”
Oh my God. Fucking hell, this guy. So much for everything being back to normal.
“Ah. I see we’re still coming to terms with the Julia thing.”
“Oh no. I’ve come to terms. The thing is, she doesn’t even know the terms exist, and all these fuckers all over this campus sure as shit don’t either. No way in hell I’m letting some preppy kid with bad breath scoop her out from under me before I have the chance to convince her to love me back.”
I nod with a laugh. “Well, as long as you’re handling it reasonably.”
“Reasonable is my middle name, bro.”
“Of course.”
“What are you doing? Grabbing breakfast?”