Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Our first kiss, Coy! I remember our first kiss!” I part laugh, part cry at him as the memory suddenly comes back to me like it never left.
It’s just suddenly there in my head. The sights, the smells, the taste of him. I can smell the grass of the football field and the spilled soda on the concrete. I can hear the people talking about the game above us, and my squad cheering, doing our routine without me.
I can feel Coy’s arms warm and tight around me as his tongue urgently teaches mine how to stroke his back.
“You grabbed me during halftime and pulled me behind the bleachers, you dirty dog!”
Coy looks at me like I just punched him in the gut. “You remember that, too?”
I nod my head up and down again, my tears beginning to slow as my sadness is replaced by this warm joy pulsing through my body. “I also remember you stalking me at all my cheer practices until I agreed to go out with you. I didn’t want to go out with you, but you wouldn’t give up!”
It was quite the scandal among all the girls. Half of them thought he just wanted to get in my pants and the other half thought it was true love and wanted a bad boy biker to stalk them.
Fuck… those girls who wanted the biker stalker were totally Roxy, June, Ivy, and Peaches!
Coy tips his head back and laughs, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah… I was kinda relentless. One look and I was a goner. I knew you were mine.”
“You were such a stereotypical bad boy,” I smirk and roll my eyes, remembering the way he used to strut around like he was hot shit. “Wearing your leather and driving your motorcycle to school. I knew my parents were going to flip when they found out…”
That memory seems to sober us both a little, and I sigh sadly.
Coy’s thumbs stroke tenderly against my wet cheeks as he asks, “What else do you remember, Allie?”
I’m almost afraid to try to remember more at first, afraid my brain will pull up a giant blank like it’s done every time I’ve tried over the past five years. But everything is right there now, waiting for me to find it again.
“I remember prom and riding in there on your motorcycle…”
I wore a pink dress and he made me wear a leather jacket over it and jeans under it. He also made me tie my skirt up so it wouldn’t get caught in the wheel. We totally had a fight about it, especially when we got to prom and my hair was a mess.
He should have at least warned me about helmet hair. But then, like always, he softened me up and made it a night to remember. We danced and danced until…
“I remember just the tip! Oh my god, you really said that!” I exclaim and slap him gently on the chest. “I can’t believe you… Wait, I totally can! Ugh.”
That first time was magical though… even if it hurt like a bitch. Afterwards, Coy was so sweet and caring. We showered together and he insisted on washing my entire body for me. I never felt so loved or cared for all my life. Then he held me tight all night. I think we both knew from that point on we wanted every night together for the rest of our lives.
Coy laughs again and then he’s kissing me, his lips pressing hard against mine before he rasps eagerly, “What else?”
Laughing, I twist more in his lap until I’m straddling him. More and more memories come back to me and I want to burst with them. I want to tell him, the world, everyone, everything because it feels so new and amazing to me.
“I remember climbing out your window and landing in a damn bush. My legs were all scratched up because I was only wearing one of your t-shirts and a pair of your boxers. Holy shit… I remember you climbing into my window. You nearly broke that limb off my favorite tree!”
He almost broke his damn neck to have an hour with me. An hour he spent keeping his hand slapped over my mouth so my parents wouldn’t catch on to what we were doing.
He kisses me again, his lips and eyes growing hungry for more. “What else?”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my own kiss to his lips before I say, “I remember the first time we did it on your bike. The night was a lot like this night…”
Warm and peaceful with the stars twinkling their approval above us.
“What else?” he demands after pulling a hard suckle from my mouth.
I press against him, suddenly needing to not only remember but to experience it all again. “I remember the night you first told me you loved me… It was prom night. After our first time…”