Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I strip off my dripping clothes and leave them in a pile on the floor by the bathroom. I don’t mind wind-drying them riding my bike, but they really need to be wrung out first, or I’ll be wet all day.
Sloane wasn’t kidding about keeping her shower short. The water turns off, and I scramble to get the pink towel around my waist before she emerges.
Sadly, she’s not in a towel. She comes back wearing the same clothes she went in with, but my undressed status makes her steps stutter.
“Oh! Um…” She glances down at my clothes in a wet heap on the floor, then back up at me. Actually at my chest. Wait—is she ogling my abs?
“Like what you see, Legs?” I murmur in a low voice.
Her skin already glows pink from the shower, but she colors a little more before recovering and tossing her wet head. “You wish, buddy.”
I flash her my most wicked grin, but when my cock tries to give her a full salute, I muster enough decency to turn around and saunter to her desk where I plugged my phone into her charger. I keep my back turned and shoot my mom a text letting her know I’m fine and still trying to get in touch with Winslow.
I hear Sloane move quickly behind me, probably trying to get dressed before I turn back around, so I wait until the frantic rustling stops and the sound of her breath slows. When I look, she’s putting on some tunes from an iPhone docking station. Probably to cover any noise I make.
“I’m going downstairs. Feel free to leave any time,” she tells me.
I shake my head. “Not happening. Bring food.”
“Not happening.” She puts extra emphasis on her lip movement since it’s more mouthing than speaking, and it makes me want to kiss the hell out of her. It occurs to me that she’s had no time to put on makeup or do anything besides comb out her wet hair, and she looks as gorgeous as ever.
She is definitely blessed with good genes. Too bad they aren’t of the wolf variety.
I hang out in her bedroom until I hear the cousin go downstairs, and then I carry my clothes into the bathroom to wring them out and put them on. Nothing like trying to yank on wet jeans.
When I return to the bedroom, Sloane is there with a giant bowl of cereal—Life from the looks of it—and two bananas.
“They’ll be gone in a few minutes, and you can throw your clothes in the dryer.”
“Aw, that’s damn sweet of you, Legs.”
“It’s only because—” She stops and shakes her head. “Actually I don’t know why I’m helping you. You are a serious pain in my ass right now.”
I nod. “As I intended.”
She flips me the bird with her left hand while she shovels a bite of cereal in her mouth.
Cute.
Damn cute.
Sloane
Bo waits for me in the parking lot at school when I ride my bike up. He invited me on his motorcycle, but I ignored the offer.
Ignoring his presence is pretty freaking hard to do, though.
Especially now that it’s starting to feel like he’s more flirting than mad. I really don’t know what his game his, but he’s damn hard to ignore.
He follows me into the school, straight into my first class—Spanish. Technically, he’s supposed to sign in at the office, but I’m not going to hold his hand for this. Frankly, I’m hoping he gets kicked out.
“Who is this?” Señorita Allen asks in surprise. I’m pretty sure she’s ogling Bo’s biceps. Which, why wouldn’t she, right? They’re a work of art.
“I’m her boyfriend Tyler, visiting from Michigan.” He sticks his hand out and flashes a panty-melting smile.
Señorita Allen falls for it. In fact, she invites the dude who normally sits next to me to take the seat in the back, so “Tyler” can sit beside me.
Lucky me.
He sits up straight, either listening attentively, or watching me with exaggerated attention, like he’s a love-sick dog.
It’s freaking embarrassing, and I’m ready to throat-punch him by the time the bell rings for my next class.
“Hey, there he is,” Teri gushes, catching sight of us in the hallway. “So fun you could come to school, Tyler!”
“Isn’t it though?” he gushes right back. “I wouldn’t miss a minute of time with my girl. She’s my whole world.” He puts his fist over his chest.
Teri looks uncertain, like she can’t decide if he’s making fun of her or being serious.
I roll my eyes and smack his chest with the back of my hand. “He’s being a dork. Ignore him!”
She bursts into a peal of giggles. “Hilarious. See you guys at lunch!”
“Can’t wait!” Bo calls out in a high pitched voice.
I smack him again.
He catches my wrist and with a quick tug pulls me against his solid chest. We’re in the middle of the hallway, but the crowd of students parts around us. I hear giggles and feel the curious stares as they pass.