Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Swoon.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more handsome man from behind. It seems like an odd statement but it’s a true one. Caleb is sexy, he knows it though but he’s not arrogant about it. Even from behind you just know that when he turns around, the front is going to look so good. His back is right to promise such things, except Caleb is like nothing you could ever dream up. He’s perfect. He’s beautiful in the way only a man can be beautiful.
I can just tell he’ll be one of those men who age well; his cheeky and charming smile will last an age. I can just imagine him at the age of sixty, smiling at the women as they pass. Most likely driving me crazy but at the same time making me swoon that he’s mine.
When work finishes Caleb picks me up, he’s not in a good mood but it’s not aimed at me. We’re currently sat in his car outside my house because it’s raining so we can’t go to our special spot on the beach.
He rests his head between his hands on the steering wheel, his leg bouncing up and down. I see his bottom lip disappear under his top row of teeth as he worries it.
“Hey,” I say softly and place my hand on his back. “What’s the matter?”
“My parents cut me off.”
“W…what?” What does that mean?
“They emptied my trust fund and said I can’t have it back until I graduate.”
Oh shit. “That’s not so bad.”
“Trust me,” he grimaces, turning his head so his temple is on the wheel and his eyes are on me. “It is. I don’t graduate for two years. How the fuck did they find out I wasn’t going back?”
“They’ve done this to get you to go back with them?” Oh no, he’s going to leave me.
“Yep.”
Thump. Thump…. Thump. My heart just skipped a beat and not because of something good. “That’s…”
“It’s fucking bullshit,” he shouts, startling me when he flies back and punches the steering wheel.
“Hey,” I say softly and run my fingers through his hair. “It’ll be okay, you’ll see. You can just go back and do what you need to do.”
“No,” he blurts, his eyes on me. “I can’t do that.”
“It’s just two years.”
“To some people,” I think he says but I can’t be sure because it was as loud as his breath. Which isn’t loud at all. He sighs and grips his hair with both hands, “It doesn’t matter. I have about ten grand in my other account, they can’t touch that. Oxford will surely transfer the course money so I won’t have to worry about that. I’ll just get a job here. At least my deposit is down on our place. And the first few months. That’ll give me enough time to get a job.”
I can’t believe my ears, my heart skips a beat for a good reason this time, “You’re still moving here?”
“Fuck yeah,” he grins and brings my hand to his lips. “It’ll be great. Who needs money?”
My lips twitch, “Everybody?”
“True dat,” he remarks and leans over to kiss me. “Let’s just forget about them for now. Let’s just forget about everything. How about we go for a long drive, pull over somewhere and you let me kiss you until our lips are sore?”
“Kay,” I breathe and in seconds the car is running and we’re driving to location unknown. I hate to ask but I do anyway, “How did they find out? I haven’t told anyone but my…”
“She wouldn’t, she doesn’t even know who my parents are.” His eyes suddenly widen. “That bastard. That absolute fucking bastard.”
“What?”
“My brother,” he roughly handles the gearstick. I want to say, what did that gearstick ever do to you? But I don’t think that would be appropriate. “Damn it! I’m going to fucking kill him!” He pauses, smirks a little. “Nope, I’m going to throw eggs at him.”
Eggs? “Eggs?”
“Yeah.”
“Why eggs?”
“My brother…” As we’re turning down a wooded lane there’s a pop followed by a hissing sound and slowly the car starts to wobble. “NO! NO! NO! NO!” Caleb shouts and climbs out of the now prone car. I follow and watch as he kicks the now flat tyre over and over again. “This is not my fucking day. Fuck!”
“Caleb,” I rush to him and grab his arm. “Calm down, it’s just a tire. We’ll fit the spare.”
He chews on his lower lip and looks at me apologetically.
“Bloody hell. You don’t have a spare.” This isn’t a question, the look on his face has already told me. “Great.” I lean against the rain splatted bonnet and watch him pace backwards and forwards in front of the car. He mumbles to himself for a while, looks at the tire, turns back around to continue cursing and mumbling, before finally coming over to me, grabbing me by the back of my neck and slamming his lips down on mine.