Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I discreetly lift my finger to my lips and swipe that sugary whipped cream filling off with my tongue.
Sweet Jesus. I forgot how good Twinkies are.
In the name of consumptive solidarity, I open up my turkey sandwich and take a big taste. The first bite is lackluster at best—the meat is rubbery, the lettuce is wilted, and the wheat bread is one day away from being stale.
It takes a strong effort to swallow the bite down, and I have to wash the aftertaste away with a healthy sip from my coffee to really complete the painful cycle.
Note to self: gas station lunch meat is a no-go.
Mack, on the other hand, is over there enjoying his Twinkies so much, he’s practically moaning with each bite.
I stare down at my pathetic turkey sandwich with disdain. When it doesn’t turn into a sweet, cream-filled treat, I wrap it back up and shove it back in the bag. The last thing I need is to get sick off bad lunch meat from a gas station during a long road trip. Poisoned meat poops would really up the ante on our already awkward status.
“Fuck, these are good,” Mack says through another moan, and I can’t stop myself from looking over at him as he takes another big bite.
I kind of hate how good those Twinkies look right now. And he has four of the heavenly bastards. Who in the heck needs four Twinkies at one time?
Plus, he still has a whole bunch of other delicious snacks to eat.
And all you have is an orange and trail mix that doesn’t even have the M&M’s in it.
“Are you really going to eat all four of those Twinkies?” I chastise, and he looks over at me briefly.
“I was planning on it,” he says without remorse. “Why? You want one?”
“No.” I shake my head, but I swear on all that’s holy, it’s moving itself up and down. “Of course not.”
“You sure you don’t want one? Your head’s going the wrong direction.”
“I’m good.”
“Oh, c’mon, Katy,” he says, and his smile is nearly too big for this SUV. “It’s okay to admit that you have snack envy right now. I get it. And I do applaud you for trying to go the healthy route, but it’s okay to have regrets.”
“I don’t have regrets.”
He takes one of the Twinkies out of the package and waves it in front of my face. “You sure you don’t want this? I mean, I’m willing to share with you.”
There’s a part of me that wants to tell him off, but I fear if I did that, he’d remove the possibility of a Twinkie. And let’s be real…I want one real bad.
“You would really share with me?”
“Of course,” he says. “I’ll share all of my snacks with you.”
I reach eagerly for the Twinkie when he pulls it back just slightly, glancing between me and the road. “There’s just one condition on the offer.”
“Of course there’s a condition. Why didn’t I expect as much?”
“It’s really easy, I swear. You just have to answer one question, and the answer has to be honest.”
“That’s it?”
He nods. “That’s it.”
“Okay, what’s the question?”
“Oh. Yeah. That’s the one other thing. You can’t know the question until you promise you’ll answer honestly.”
I roll my eyes. “That sounds like two conditions.”
“Take it or leave it, Katy Cat.” He laughs and takes another bite of his Twinkie. “Mmm-mm-mmm. I have to say, these might be the best Twinkies I’ve ever had.”
I don’t humor him with a response. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window, watching the trees and highway road signs pass by at a quick pace.
“Just FYI,” Mack adds. “I’d decide soon because I’m already diving into Twinkie number two.”
I glance over at him once more, and he’s not lying. The man is already halfway through the second Twinkie in that package. Soon enough, he’ll be diving into Twinkie number three.
You better move it or lose it, sister.
“Okay, fine!” I exclaim. “I agree.”
“And you’re going to answer the question honestly?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, Mack.” I groan. “I agreed, didn’t I?”
“Fantastic,” he says and hands me the package with two snack cakes left inside. “Consider yourself two Twinkies richer.”
Oh boy. I grin like a child who just convinced her parents to buy her a Barbie after they said no. And I certainly don’t hesitate to take a big bite out of one of the snack cakes. The instant the soft vanilla cake hits my tongue, a small sound of delight escapes my lungs. And that sound is echoed when the whipped cream filling follows.
“Good?”
“Hell yes.”
Mack glances at me briefly, and when I raise my eyebrows in impatience, he dives right in. “Why did you freak out after we had sex?”
My cheeks heat to a balmy one thousand degrees, and the cinch of his trap tightens around my ankle. I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming, but this is what you’d call cornered and then some. “That’s your question?”