Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Yet, we’d known each other a few months, and I had developed feelings for Peter. Was it love? I didn’t know, because I didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. I’d never known love.
“I’ve been waiting for that all day.”
I smiled. “Me too. Did you have a good day?”
“It’s getting better.”
He moved away from the car and opened the passenger side. I slid in, and Peter surprised me by reaching in and securing my seat belt. I smiled at him as he closed the door. He seemed a little distracted tonight.
“Bad day at the gym?” I asked.
“You could say that.”
He was being vague.
I couldn’t help but wonder if one of the women had tried to come on to him again. A couple of the women had tried to tell him he was making a mistake in dating me. Kind of rude, but they had their opinions, I had mine.
He clearly didn’t want to talk, so I stayed silent as he drove us back to his place. I’d only been back to my apartment to change clothes, toss out the spoiled food, pay the rent, and that was pretty much it.
Peter insisted on us being at his place. I got the feeling he didn’t like my apartment, but he’d also not asked me to move in. I was grateful he hadn’t asked me, because I would have had to say no.
Strange, I just realized that in my twenty-five years, Peter was my first-ever boyfriend, and I felt that hit of guilt, because I was already lying to him. This was not a relationship.
I needed to leave. I’d already stayed longer than I should have.
Pickle Quest was a nice town, but the only reason I stayed was for Peter, and that was a bad reason. My father could be out looking for me. So far, I’d not seen anyone who might be working for my father. That could all change, though. I had to leave to protect Peter. If someone started asking questions, Peter could get hurt.
We arrived at his place and he parked the car. I turned toward him, about to tell him I’d be leaving soon.
Peter started to talk. “I’d like you to move in with me.”
Okay, now that was a surprise. I was a little taken aback, seeing as that was what I was just thinking about. But I had to leave.
“Move in with you?” I asked.
He pointed toward the house. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a couple of weeks now, but, I didn’t want to scare you away. I kind of like having you around.”
This made me smile, although this was now the last thing I wanted to tell him.
“I, uh, I’d love to but … Peter, I’m going to have to leave soon,” I said. The moment I said those words, I knew I didn’t mean them. I didn’t want to leave him, and once again, I couldn’t help but hate my dad.
“I know. You’ve said before that you don’t intend to stay in Pickle Quest, but how about, until you leave, we kind of see where this goes? You never know, when you’ve got to leave, I might just go with you.”
This surprised me. “You’d come with me?”
“Yeah, why not? Nothing is keeping me here. I know my friend can get another person to take care of this house. It’ll be fun.”
I reached across and kissed him.
He’d be willing to give all of this up for me. It seemed crazy. I couldn’t let him do it. If he came with me, that was the guarantee of a target on his head. I didn’t need to leave right away. Moving in with him, trying this out, could be fun. Dangerous, but also fun.
“I would love to move in with you,” I said, and it was strange how good that felt to say.
Even though I was terrified of my father finding me and of the consequences of anyone learning who I was, this was something I wanted to do.
I’d run away from my father to have my own life. To live how I wanted, and stop being afraid of whenever there was a knock on the door, yet, I’d been living my life like I expected that knock. I didn’t even know if my father was around, if he was close, if he even cared what I was doing.
Peter pulled away, opened his car door, and I saw that look in his eye. I’m no expert when it comes to men, but I knew what that look meant, and I didn’t hesitate to remove my seat belt, and join him out on his front driveway.
Within minutes we were inside his home, and it didn’t take us long to start tearing each other’s clothes off. In our desperation to get naked, we didn’t make it upstairs, and much to my surprise, we were in his sitting room. The curtains were already drawn closed and he pressed me over the long edge of the sofa. He spread my legs and I couldn’t contain my moan of pleasure as he cupped me between the thighs. One of his fingers slid knuckle-deep inside me, and I cried out, hungry for more.