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)
“I know.” I gasp in anticipation as she stands up from her chair.
She slides into my lap—where she belongs, and where she will always belong.
“I should have opened up to you, gorgeous. You were right. I should have talked to you. I should have trusted you with everything. I was afraid you would think I was weak and a coward because that’s what I have been telling myself I am for so long.”
“You’re the strongest guy I know. You could never be weak.” She rests her lips against mine. “I’m so sorry for leaving. I shouldn’t have left.”
“I’m not.” I kiss her because I can, because I’ve missed being able to kiss her when I want. “I wouldn’t have dealt with my issues if you hadn’t left. I would have continued to ignore it all, like I had been doing.” I push her hair back out of her face. “Because of you, I finally got the closure I needed. And I finally heard what Dustin’s parents have been trying to tell me for a long time.”
“I’m glad you got that,” she says, running her fingers up my jaw and into my hair. “I love you. You know that, right?” she asks.
I press my forehead to hers, wondering how the hell I came to deserve her.
“I know. I don’t know why the fuck you love me, but I’m glad you do.”
“I love you because you love me just the way I am. I love you because you make me feel special, because you make me laugh, you make my soul happy . . . and because you give me really great orgasms.”
She says the last bit quietly, and I smile.
“I do, don’t I?” I say smugly.
She laughs. “Yeah, you do.” She shifts her fingers through my hair once again, studying me.
“Are we okay?”
“Yes.” She kisses my cheek. “Now let me finish my yogurt.”
She gets off my lap and takes a seat across from me.
“What was that whole thing with Edward about?” I ask.
She drops her spoon and covers her face, cracking up. Eventually she pulls herself together enough to tell me. When she does, I’m the one who can’t stop laughing.
“Oh my god. Hurry.” Mackenzie jumps up and down at my side as I put the key in the lock.
“It’s hard to focus when your tits are bouncing around like that,” I say. She smacks my chest and laughs. “There you go.”
I open the door, and she runs into my apartment ahead of me, straight for the bathroom. Shutting the door, I drop my keys and the pizza on the table. I take off my jacket and hang it on the back of a chair.
When she comes out of the bathroom, she freezes in place and then swings her head around the living room.
“You unpacked.”
“I did.”
She does a circuit around the living room, looking at the photos and all the stuff that is now out and on display.
“You two looked like you were troublemakers,” she whispers, stopping in front of one of the pictures of Dustin and me. In the photo, we’re playing cards with a few other guys—unbeknownst to them, the two of us were cheating everyone else at the table and winning.
“We were trouble.” I laugh.
“I think I would have liked him. He had kind eyes,” she says.
My eyes burn with unshed tears.
“You would have liked him, but he would have liked you more. He loved women—all women,” I say. She laughs, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“Thank you for sharing him with me.”
Her words hit me in the chest and gut at the same time, making it almost impossible to breathe. I should have told her about him a long time ago. I should have known that she would help me heal. If anyone could, I should have known it would be her.
“You’re welcome, gorgeous.” I take her hand and pull her toward me. “I went and talked to your dad.”
“You went and talked to my dad?” she repeats, looking nervous. “Why?”
“Because I respect him. Because I wanted his opinion on what to do about you.”
“Okay. Was everything okay? What did he tell you?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
“It was fine.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “He told me to trust you.”
“To trust me?” She frowns, looking confused.
“He told me to trust you to heal me. I should have known that you would do that without having to have him tell me,” I say.
Her eyes soften, then narrow.
“What are you not telling me about your meeting?”
“I told him that you are pregnant,” I admit.
Her eyes get wide. “You told my dad I was pregnant?” she whispers, looking stunned.
“I did.”
“Oh my god.” She hits my chest with the palms of her hands. “My mom is going to freak out that I didn’t tell her.”