Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Though he must recall something because since that night, things have changed. He’s been a lot more distant, blaming it on work. It’s slowly killing me. I’m starting to actually feel sick over it. It also makes me think that if that night didn’t have us both confessing our feelings for each other, then he doesn’t have those types of feelings for me and he only has regrets.
“You want me around more, Sunshine?”
I smile. “Sunshine?”
“You’re glowing.” I touch my cheeks, which are warm. Probably cause I’m thinking about that night, and I always get turned on. “You want me around?” he asks again.
“If you want to be around.”
“Then I’m around. Someone needs to keep creeps like Brad away from you.”
“Brian,” I correct him.
He grunts a response that I can’t make out as he packs up the rest of my stuff for me. I snag my shake off my desk, taking a sip. Maybe things are going back to normal. I should be happy about that, but I’m not. I can’t keep going on like this. It’s only a matter of time before things have to change. But for tonight, I’ll be his sunshine.
3
MACK
Her co-worker wants to fuck her. I can smell it on him, and it makes me crazy. I flip the page of the hiring manual.
A set of knuckles strikes the wood next to my paper. “Is there an employee issue at the school?”
I look up from the desk to see my dad standing with a worried look on his face, his forehead creased with concern. The school is his pet.
“No.”
“Why are you looking at firing policies? What aren’t you telling me?” He spins the documents out of my hand and searches the text, which he helped write.
“I was just looking.” I shove away from the desk and stomp to the window, feeling annoyed and embarrassed. This Brad guy is a peach. Graduated top of his class, from a solid family, clean record. Even his students seem to like him. There’s nothing I can fire him for because wanting to screw your co-worker is not a fireable offense. It should be, but it’s not.
“You don’t sound convincing, but I’ll take your word for it. By the way, how’s Sunny? I haven’t seen her lately.”
Ever since The Night, Sunny has been busier than a presidential candidate on the eve of election. I haven’t seen much of her, either. I wish I remembered what happened that night. I have these flashbacks from time to time of kissing her sweet tits, molding that warm flesh in my palms, cupping her ass, and sliding deep inside her.
But I wouldn’t have done that drunk. That’s not how our first time would’ve played out. If she ever actually gave me the green light, it would have been candles, roses, expensive dinner, and molten lava cake for dessert since that’s her favorite. It would have been slow seduction with me mapping every inch of her body with my mouth and making memories in my mind. It would not be a drunken hook-up that she tried to forget.
“She’s fine. We’re watching Big Brother tonight. Having popcorn. Eating pizza.” Normal stuff like we always do.
Dad presses his lips together. “I don’t understand you kids. In my day, living with a woman meant I was marrying her not this cohabitating because you’re friends.”
“It’s a new world,” I reply tersely. Sunny once said she’d move out, but I put an end to that right quick. How else could I keep an eye—I mean watch over her, unless she lived with me?
“It’s strange. How are you going to meet someone if Sunny’s always with you? Living in your home? Another woman’s going to find that off-putting.”
“Good,” I mutter under my breath. I’m not interested in other women, and I hope me being around Sunny deters other men. Brad, though, he hasn’t seen me around enough, which I can see is a mistake.
After That Night, I needed some time to decompress and told Sunny I had a big work project. I just needed some breathing room so I wouldn’t attack her every time she came within ten feet of me, but I see spending too much time away from her has given other people ideas that shouldn’t exist. I grab my coat and give a chin nod to my dad.
“I’ll bring her over for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Good. Good. Your mom will be happy.”
At home, I find Sunny in the kitchen staring at her phone.
“What’s wrong?” I call from the mudroom as I pull off my leather bomber.
“Oh, you’re home.” She tucks her phone in her back pocket in a suspicious way. My brows come together. “I thought you might be busy tonight.”
“I told you I’d be home to watch TV and eat.”
“Sure, but you’ve missed the last couple of weeks because of work.”