Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go that deep into details, but a little girl talk never hurt anyone.
“He told me he was going to make me come so hard I would question whether I’d ever had an orgasm without him.”
“Thank you, Jesus, he’s a dirty talker!” Lucille toppled over, the back of her hand over her forehead, pretending to pass out.
“Shut up,” Angela whispered in awe.
Dylan leaned forward, swirling her glass of wine. “Okay, but did he?”
“You have no idea,” I replied, a massive grin stretching my lips.
Truett
It had been two days since I’d heard from Gwen. A part of me was coming apart at the seams, fighting the urge to reach out to her. For a man who lived locked away in his house, space was not my forte. Space from Gwen was even harder.
I’d been able to distract myself with work, but the nights were hard. Straying from my virtually unrecognizable routine, I’d stayed up late playing out all the potential scenarios.
In some, she fell into my arms, vowing that she loved me too.
In others, she told me to take a hike and never spoke to me again.
I’d refused to allow myself to get trapped in my usual cycle of doom and gloom. So for the most part, I mixed and matched all the potential highs and lows.
There was no way she hadn’t felt the connection between us—the overwhelming feeling of right. The way our bodies, while technically strangers, had joined together like two halves forming one whole.
I hated that the idea of us scared her—and that I’d been the one to cause that.
But I couldn’t let her go again.
Which then led me to the spiral of what-ifs, trying to imagine what would happen if she did give me that chance. The obstacles still standing in our way were not just hurdles. They were volcanos waiting to erupt, with lava so hot it could snuff out even the strongest bond.
We had so much to talk about. So much I needed to tell her, to explain to her, and I wanted to beg her to love me anyway. If she was willing to give me a chance, we could sit down and have a candid discussion the way she’d always begged me for in the past. I couldn’t give it to her then, but I finally felt like I could now. With Gwen at my side, anything seemed possible.
Naively, I’d assumed that would be the second step in getting her back. Something we could deal with together, after she agreed to give us another shot.
At least that was what I thought until my phone buzzed in my pocket, an alert from my video doorbell letting me know motion had been detected on the front porch. I clicked the notification, her face lighting up the screen just as her knock sounded at the door.
“Shit,” I rumbled, lurching off the couch. My first thought went to Folly, fearing he’d gone to her again. Though when I squinted at the video, she was sporting a gentle smile. It would have soothed me immediately had she not been standing at my fucking front door. With two large totes hooked over her shoulders, she rocked onto her toes, waiting for me to open up.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Frantic, I swung my gaze around my living room. Realizing there was nothing I could do about any of that shit in the next thirty seconds, I glanced down at myself. I’d changed into gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt after work. It wasn’t the best, but not the worst, either.
She knocked again, causing nerves to roll in my stomach.
I blew out a ragged breath, smoothed down the top of my hair, and then padded to the front door.
“Hey,” she chirped.
Standing in the doorway, I smiled. “Hey. What are you doing here?”
She peered up at me, her hair fluttering in a gentle breeze. “I think we need to go on a date.”
My eyebrows shot up, victory skyrocketing within me. “I think you would be absolutely correct.” I swayed my head from side to side. “But are we talking about a date as friends? Or lovers? Or something more along the lines of me finishing up the wiring in the restaurant’s bathroom?”
She gave me a curt nod. “Yes.”
I chuckled. “Okay, but what part are we starting with?”
“If you promise to never refer to us as ‘lovers’ again, I would very much like to start with a romantic dinner.” She patted one of the bags, and I noticed the top of a carrot sticking out. “I’ll cook for you and then you can massage my shoulders. Deal?”
My smile stretched so wide my face physically hurt. I lifted my fingers and wiggled them at her. “I’ll start stretching these babies out now.”
She laughed. “Good. Now, move and let me in. I’ve got an entire pork loin in here and it’s getting heavy.”