Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Minutes pass and she doesn’t follow me. I wait a while, giving us space to get ourselves together. To think logically. To not be impulsive.
By the time I return to Carys, she’s curled up on the couch and asleep.
I cover her with a blanket from the back of a chair in the corner. She’s so beautiful, so peaceful—probably because she isn’t talking.
The thought makes me grin.
I glance around the room, trying to decide what to do. Do I just leave her here? What if she wakes up sick? What if someone breaks in, and she’s too out of it to protect herself?
I don’t even know how to lock up behind me.
Why am I even in this situation?
Because I’m a motherfucking fool. That’s why.
My exhale is harsh as I sit on the loveseat by the fireplace. I grab a book off the coffee table and get comfortable.
It’s going to be a long damn night.
“No one will know. I just need to feel you inside me.”
Who am I kidding?
It’s going to be a long damn life.
Chapter Fourteen
Carys
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I open my eyes and immediately regret it. The glimpse of the room—where the heck am I?—is nauseating.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Stop it,” I groan, covering my head with a pillow. With a couch pillow?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I whimper as I peek through my lashes and let the room steady.
Definitely in the living room. I wipe a hand across the side of my mouth. Have I been drooling? I yank the covers back to find my body still clad in the dress I wore to Courtney’s.
To Courtney’s …
The front door creaks open as I struggle to sit up. The motion makes me woozy, and I plant a hand on the couch to keep from falling on my face.
“Who’s here?” I yell and wince again.
“You have a phone for a reason. Why don’t you … Oh.” Courtney stops at the end of the couch, two coffees in her hands, and makes a face. “I take it you had a rough night.”
“I don’t … I don’t know.”
“Your car was still in the driveway this morning. Margot said you got picked up.”
I did? I freeze. I did.
Oh. My. God.
My face heats, and vomit gurgles precariously in the back of my throat.
“I brought you coffee, but it looks like you already ordered breakfast,” Courtney says.
“What are you talking about?”
She motions toward the coffee table. A perfect lavender box faces me with Tapo’s written on the top in a beautiful script I recognize from the restaurant’s menu. Next to it is an iced matcha latte.
I cover my face with my hands, trying to process the past … twelve hours? I don’t even know what time it is.
Visions of Gannon kneeling in front of me, taking off my heels filter through my mind. The look in his eyes. The feeling of his hand on the back of my leg.
I shiver.
“Have you eaten yet?” Courtney asks, the couch dipping as she sits beside me.
He came inside. He sat … right here.
As the haze parts, my memory becomes clearer.
His smirk. Oh my God, I straddled him. He gripped my waist. His face was buried in my chest.
I tried to fuck Gannon Brewer last night.
“Are you going to talk to me?” Courtney asks.
“Court …” I drop my hands and look at her warily. “If I tell you something, you have to swear on your Louboutins that you won’t tell a soul.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it—no one. Not Margot, not Taryn, and not Tate.”
She smirks. “You’ve piqued my curiosity. I swear on whatever you want. Spill it, sister.”
I take a deep breath. “I tried to sleep with Gannon Brewer last night.”
“What?” Her eyes grow wide, and she sits the coffees down. “What happened? And talk fast and keep focused. No tangents.”
“I don’t really know.”
“That’s not going to fly.”
I chuckle, getting to my feet. I need to move. There’s too much energy flowing through me to sit still.
“He picked me up from your house,” I say.
“You called him to come get you? I didn’t know you were on that level.”
I shake my head carefully so that I don’t get sick. “No. That part’s still confusing, but Tate asked him to get me, I think. I didn’t know Gannon was coming until he called me while I was dancing with Taryn.”
“Did you about die?”
“I think I was in disbelief. I also expected Tate to be with him or something.”
Especially after the maintenance closet.
My stomach flutters at the memory of our interaction yesterday afternoon.
A grin inches its way across my lips. Courtney watches in anticipation.
“Then we got here,” I say, the scene playing out like a movie. “I couldn’t walk in my heels anymore. So he dropped to his knees—”
She gasps.
“And took them off for me.”
“No, he didn’t. Carys! That’s so hot!”
I laugh. “I know.”
“I’ve never wanted to be you more than I do today. This even beats when the Viking guy took you on a boat for brunch and made you his lunch.”