Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“A lots changed,” he promises.
“Not for me,” I confess painfully, still so hung up on him.
“That’s what I’m banking on,” he seems hopeful.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? Like he still wants me to want him, just so he can break me again? Newsflash, Josh Harrington, I’m already broken over you.
“We’ve always enjoyed eating together…” his stare burns into me, remembering, his mind clearly going where mine’s just been. Where it all started, and ended - lunch, our lunch. And all those times during lunch! Oh, how he’s ruined me in so many ways. The thought that he’s given me more orgasms, in this building, in a day, than any other man has given me in all these years, still has me panting. What I’d give to feel like I once did again.
I’m smarter now, though, and the real world isn’t some fairy tale dream.
“I’ll be totally pleasant, I promise,” he holds his hands up.
Those hands! How they’ve touched me!
I’m shaking my head no, but haven’t said a thing. I have to say no. I should say no.
I’ve never been able to tell him that though.
“I’m going to assume you still love Italian food,” he talks to the air, as I’m still quiet. “Great,” he whispers, happily, to our one-sided conversation.
“Tomorrow then, 7pm,” he backs away, still facing me. “That small Italian restaurant in town.”
This is bad. I’m sort of seeing someone now, not that it even matters. Not that this guy even comes close to what we had. Not that I would do anything with him anyway.
I take a deep breath.
Just say no!
I swallow hard, my hands slightly shaking - the once teenager in me just begging to go somewhere in public with him, and on a Saturday night no less!
He smiles at my continued silence, only this time, it’s so damn wide it reaches his eyes. I go to leave, so I can process the fact that I’m going to see him tomorrow, but I don’t make it far before he’s calling my name, and I’m turning back around to face him.
“And Luci?” he raise his eyebrows in that way I’ve always loved, his eyes still intently on me.
“It’s a date.”