Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Who else is going to tell her, then?” I ask, throwing my hand in the air.
He moves toward me, takes my cup from my hand, and sets it on the counter next to me before pushing my legs apart to stand between them.
“Gorgeous, I get that you feel she needs to know, but I don’t like the idea of you being the one to tell her about it. She could freak—or he could.”
“It’s going to be anonymous . . . ,” I remind him.
He sighs.
“I won’t leave any trace that it was me who told her. I won’t say a name or anything. I will just say something like ‘your man is a cheating dick.’”
I expect that to make him smile, but it doesn’t.
He moves his face closer to mine and wraps a hand around my jaw. “Please, just leave it alone.”
Searching his gaze and seeing worry there, I chew on the inside of my cheek. I want to ask him why, but I don’t want him to shut down on me. Not when we’ve had a great couple of weeks. Letting out a huff, I give in.
“Fine. I’ll leave it alone.”
“Thank you.”
“Whatever.” I pout, and he smiles, then kisses it away.
“Are you excited about tomorrow?” he asks.
My stomach instantly fills with nervous butterflies. His mom and stepdad are flying in. Christmas is in three days, and since I only have one client in the morning, I stupidly agreed to go with him to the airport to pick them up.
“So totally excited!” I lie.
“Liar.” He kisses my forehead. “It will be fine. My mom will love you.”
“If you say so.” I kiss his scruffy jaw, then smile when my stomach growls. “Are you going to keep kissing me, or are you going to cook me dinner?”
“I don’t know. I like kissing you.”
“Me too.” I kiss him again and again.
About ten minutes later, when my stomach growls loudly, he finally pulls away.
“So what are you making anyway?” I ask him as he grabs a pepper and starts to chop it up.
“Tacos.”
“Yum.” My mouth waters, and he smiles at me. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” I ask, picking my drink back up.
“She did. After the summer of hot dogs, she taught me. She figured that I would need to know how to cook for myself so I could do it while I was at my dad’s house. The first thing she taught me how to make was fajitas. The second was lasagna.”
“My mom never taught us how to cook. I think she secretly liked keeping us dependent on her for food.”
“I’ll teach you.” He smiles at me, and my heart does some weird double beat.
“You will?”
“Of course. I’m not the best cook, but I know the basics. I can show you those.”
“Well, I know nothing, so you are already a million times better than me.” I laugh and take another sip of soda. I love this. I love how easy things are between us. Spending time with him is like hanging out with my best friend. That’s something I’ve never had with anyone before him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he pulls a pack of tortillas out of the fridge.
“How easy this whole relationship business is with you,” I admit.
I watch as his face gets soft and his eyes get warm.
“Have I told you today how much I like you?” he asks.
My heart skips and my stomach tingles.
“Not today.”
“I like you a lot.”
“Good. Because I like you a lot, too.”
I reach forward, grab hold of his sweater, and pull him toward me. Kissing him once, I let him go and then hop down off the counter to help him finish up dinner.
We eat while watching TV. Then we head to bed for the night, where we do a lot more than just sleep.
“Calm down.”
“You calm down!” I snap at Wesley as his hand tightens around mine. I wonder if he’s afraid I’m going to run away like a coward. I might. “I think this is too soon. Don’t you think it’s too soon for me to meet your mom? Isn’t that something couples do after they have been seeing each other for months and months? Sometimes years and ye—”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and his tongue slips between my parted and stunned lips. Cupping my cheeks, he tips my head to the side to deepen the kiss. It makes me forget that we’re in the middle of a crowed airport where hundreds of people can see us.
“It’s not too soon,” he growls, pulling his mouth away from mine.
“Okay,” I breathe as my eyes flutter open. “I’m just a little bit scared.”
“I know you are. I knew you were this morning, because you asked me a million times what you should wear, if you should wear makeup, and how you should do your hair.”