Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Renee blushes before walking over to me as I sit up on her bed. She slides onto my lap with her knees pressing against the bed and her thighs squeezing against my torso. We kiss as my hands run under her dress.
“We have to go,” she says in between kisses on my neck.
“Stop distracting me then,” I hiss, grabbing her ass in both hands and lifting her off of me.
She squeals in surprise as I easily lift her and set her down. A few minutes later, we’re on our way to Bernard College in Philadelphia.
“How’s Chastity doing?” I ask.
“Good. I think she needs to chill out a little, though. She’s so high-strung sometimes. Have any hot friends I can set her up with?”
I shoot a glare at Renee.
“I’m kidding!” she laughs.
I shake my head and flip on the radio. The funny thing is I remember Colt mentioning on more than one occasion how beautiful Chastity is. Not to mention all of the times he has gone on about how much of a good influence she is on Renee.
I doubt Colt will ever make a move on Chastity, though. He would never cross that line, and neither would Chastity.
“Open Arms” happens to come on the radio, and I take Renee’s hand in mine.
“It’s our song,” I wink.
She smiles at me and puts her head on my shoulder as we listen to the words in silence.
It’s moments like these that I wish we could have a real relationship. As much as I’d fantasized about doing things with Renee, I have never entertained the idea of a relationship with her, not even in my journal. I figured the age difference would be too much for us.
She’s a kid, and I’m a grown man… but it’s not like that. I value our conversations, and sometimes I forget she’s only eighteen. Sometimes I forget she’s Colt’s daughter, too.
When we arrive in Philly, Renee looks out of the window excitedly.
“So much livelier than Tarrytown,” she says. “Sometimes I wish we lived in New York City or in another big city.”
“Yeah, small town living has been an adjustment for me. My neighbors are constantly in my face, wanting to set me up with their sisters or their friends,” I laugh as I turn into the campus entrance.
“Why don’t you want to date?” Renee asks.
I don’t know why she keeps asking questions about my dating life. I would think that would be the last thing she’d want to talk about.
“Between work and you blackmailing me the past few weekends, when do I have time to date?” I joke.
“Oh, so it’s my fault you’re single?” she asks as I pull into a parking spot.
“I’m teasing, Rey,” I say, turning the car off and unbuckling my seatbelt.
“Why can’t you ever answer me seriously?”
“About what?” I wonder.
“Dating.”
I groan, “I’m bu—”
“Busy, I know,” she cuts me off. “But there has to be more to it, Kane. Talk to me,” she says, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together.
“Later. You have an appointment to make, remember?”
Renee rolls her eyes and unbuckles her seatbelt.
“Way to change the subject.”
She gets out of the car and slams the door shut. I get out and catch up to her, grabbing her arm.
“I promise, we’ll talk about it later,” I stare into her intense liquid brown eyes, and her face softens.
Following the signs to the admissions office, we walk inside and meet with a guidance counselor. After trying to sell the school to Renee by mentioning all of the art clubs available, we take a tour of the campus.
Once the counselor leaves, Renee and I grab lunch in the campus center. It feels weird for me to be in a college dining hall after all of these years.
“So, what do you think?” I ask, sitting down with my food tray.
Renee carefully swings her legs over the bench, not wanting to reveal anything in her mini-dress.
“It’s nice,” she shrugs.
“But?”
“But it’s still a college,” she laughs. “Just because it has art clubs doesn’t mean anything. They don’t offer an art major, and the basic credit requirements I have to take before I can even choose a major are ridiculous.”
“I know it’s not what you’re hoping for, but as much as you think you’ll hate college, it may surprise you.”
“Oh great. You’ve prepared a speech,” she smirks at me.
“You’re so stubborn. All I’m saying is, if you stop being against everything… maybe you’ll actually find yourself liking something.”
“I’m not against everything,” she scowls.
“Oh no?” I laugh heartily at that. “You hate your school. You hate all of the kids that go to your school. You hate Tarrytown. You hate every reality show, including Survivor.”
Renee narrows her eyes at me. “Are you still hoping to audition for that show?”
“No,” I squint. “I just think I’d be great on it.”
She laughs and shakes her head at me.