Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“Really?” I’m sceptical. I’ve never heard those words from Nathan’s mouth. Plus, wasn’t he just telling me I need my rest? Confusing male. “Anything?”
He gives me a pointed look, “Within reason.”
“Yay.”
He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “Did you just say… yay?”
“What of it?” Chin up. “A lot of people say yay.”
“I’m certain they don’t.” He’s teasing me.
“Shut up.”
His finger and thumb pinch my hip, making me yelp and rub the sore spot dramatically. “So, where to?”
“There’s one place I haven’t been for a long time.” I admit and stare across the car park as memories surface. “I’d like to go. I haven’t dared since…”
He suddenly looks very nervous, I notice as he guides me to his car. “Where?”
“The beach.” I say with a shrug and wait for him to climb into the driver’s side. “Want to?”
“No.” He immediately responds, making me frown.
“Why not?”
“I don’t… enjoy sand.” Oh, the weird phobia he seems to have I assume.
“You won’t be touching it.”
“It’ll be touching me; sand gets everywhere.” He has a point.
With my lower lip sticking out, I give him the largest, cutest, puppy dog eyes I can manage. If I can just get him to try, maybe I can help him beat it. Or is that naïve of me to think so? “Please?”
His eyes suddenly become fearful. “Oh not that. Anything but that.” I pout even more, even going as far as to rub my temple on his shoulder like a cat. “Stop!” He laughs, nudging at my head. “You’re being very childish.”
“Please, please, please.”
“No.”
“You’re smiling.” I lean back and point at his face, burning his glittering brown eyes and smiling lips to my memory. He has very nice teeth and even though I’ve noted this before, I note it again. “That means it’s not a definite no.”
“No means a definite no.” He snorts and flicks my cheek. Ouch. “Let’s do something else.”
I grin eagerly and blurt. “Ice-skating!”
“Honestly, Gwen, you have such terrible taste in fun.”
“And you have no taste.” I bite back, pouting once more. “You said anything; it’s either the beach or the ice. Pick one, pretty boy.”
“Pretty boy?” His brow quirks almost adorably. He looks horrified.
“Yes, you’re very pretty.”
“Now you’re just being insulting.”
“And you’re being difficult.”
“I’m far from pretty; that’s not being difficult.”
This is fun. “What would you prefer to be called?”
He looks at me like I’m stupid. “Nathan wouldn’t go amiss, or maybe even the devilishly handsome, master in …”
“Don’t even finish that sentence. It’ll make everything awkward and weird and I’ll suddenly start imagining you in ways I shouldn’t, against my will.” I see his body shake before I hear his laughter. His head falls forward onto his arms as he roars with it. I’m startled. Do I laugh with him or stare in amazement? Both, according to my body. “I don’t even know why I’m laughing.”
“And here’s me always thinking of you as the shy, polite and slightly virginal Gwen.” He manages to get out after breathing deeply for a moment. “I was going to say Master in getting his own way, but your thoughts sound much more interesting.”
“You can’t be a master in that area. I almost forgot… you don’t give oral.” I remark boldly and pinch my lips together to stop myself from smiling.
His laughter gets loud again. “Yes and after seeing what comes out of that area, I don’t think my mouth would appreciate the company.”
Oh my god, he didn’t just say that. “Stop it. I’m going to get crow’s feet by the morning.”
“You have a beautiful laugh.” Aww, swoon. “It’s a shame your singing is so bad.”
“So first you insult my vagina and now my singing? You have a strange way of asking for forgiveness.” I snap playfully and ruffle his hair so his longish locks go from neat to messy.
He grins at me, his eyes twinkling, looking boyish with his messy hair and easy smile. “Do we really have to ice skate?” His face is now very serious and his tone is almost whiney. I’ve never heard this tone from him. I like discovering new things about him.
“Yes.”
“I’m never asking you what you want to do again.”
“I’m female.”
He quirks a brow, finally starting the car at the same time. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’ll always ask me what I want to do, because I’m female and it’s your job to keep me happy.”
“Is that so?” He runs his tongue over his lower lip and places his hand over mine.
“Yep.” I give a firm nod and look down at his hand over mine that’s resting on my thigh. “You need to get back to Dillan though and I doubt anywhere is open for ice skating at this time.”
After a moment he sighs and nods his agreement. “I’ll take you home.”
“To my whore of a mother.” I add, making him chuckle as I shudder in disgust at the public display of way too much affection I saw back there.