Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Even beneath her sweater, I can see her nipples harden, the tiny buds poking through the thin fabric. If I had to guess, her panties are wet right now. She’s close to panting when I move close enough to kiss her. I consider making a move until the bathroom door opens and hits the wall with a loud thud.
Will pads down the hall and closes the spare bedroom door behind him. Thankfully, he didn’t catch us. I was so close to following through on what I left unfinished years ago.
I want her.
I need her.
But I can’t have her.
I bend down and whisper in her ear, my breath on her skin causing her body to tense. “You were saying, princess?”
We engage in a staring contest, my dick getting harder as she brushes her fingers down my arm. She rolls her tongue over her bottom lip so slowly I can’t stop myself from mimicking her movements.
“I think your sauce is burning.” Mia tilts her head to the saucepan that’s bubbling over.
“Shit.” I grab the wooden spoon from the cooktop and stir the sauce until it simmers down. “You’re too distracting,” I confess as I remove the sauce from the hot burners. “Can you do me a favor and set the table? It’s time to eat.”
Mia hops off the counter and bumps into the spoon in my hand, splashing sauce down the front of my shirt. She grips the fabric in her hands and eyes the fresh stains with her mouth wide open. “I’m so sorry, E.” She wets a dishtowel and dabs at the spots. “Let me fix it. I can get this out for you. Take your shirt off.”
“You know there are other ways to get me naked,” I whisper.
Mia peeks up at me, unable to speak.
Will startles both of us when he enters the kitchen and pulls out a chair at the table. “Is it time to eat or what?”
“Almost.” I begin to unbutton my shirt, and for some unknown reason, Mia attempts to help me. Our fingers collide at the same time, her touch sending a prick of electricity along my skin.
What is she doing? Will is right here.
Will glances down at the cell phone in his hand and laughs. “Hurry up, Chef Boyardee. I’m fucking starving.”
I ignore Will’s comment, thankful he’s too preoccupied to notice me flirting with Mia. He was pissed when I touched her knee earlier. I knew I crossed the line, though when I’m around Mia, it feels natural.
Since I moved in with Will, I’ve done all the cooking. He does the cleaning, though he’s shitty at it and usually pays someone when I’m not around. Our arrangement works for us, but living together with Mia is another story. I have no idea what roles we’re supposed to play. Mia has made it perfectly clear she wants me out of her apartment and her life, but her body says otherwise.
Staring into each other’s eyes, we both suck in a deep breath and let it out. I make the first move and step back from Mia, shaking her hands free from the buttons on my shirt.
She turns on her heels, a blush creeping up to her cheeks. Looking over her shoulder at me, she tips her head in the direction of the laundry room. Does she want me to follow her?
“I have to change my shirt,” I tell Will. “Give me a few minutes, and then we’ll eat.”
He nods, his head down and fingers scrolling across the keypad of his phone. “Sounds good, man.”
The room feels even smaller when both Mia and Will are in it. I can breathe easier without Will here to judge me. He critiques every move I make with his sister. Sometimes, I act on instinct when it comes to Mia. I have no idea what I’m doing most of the time. And the same goes for her.
I know she still cares about me, even though she pretends to hate me. She should hate me for acting like a coward. Back then, I owed her a goodbye, at the very least. I should convince Will to rent a suite with me until our apartment is fixed. But I don’t want to leave. It’s taken me years to gain her attention again. I’m not about to leave now.
I find Mia in the laundry room. With her back to me, she reaches up on her tippy toes to grab a bottle of stain remover from the shelf. After I take off my shirt, I move behind Mia and press my hip into hers, causing her to gasp.
I set the shirt on the washing machine in front of her. “It’s all yours.”
She spins around. “Are you going to do this to me every chance you get?”
“I’m not doing anything,” I lie.
Her breath hitches when I lean in, and she doesn’t pull away from me. Our mouths are only a few inches apart, our eyes locked and aware of the sexual tension between us. Panic scrolls across her face. She’s unsure of how to handle this situation. Neither of us can deny the connection we share. I think Mia wants me to kiss her. But I can’t. Not with Will in the other room.