Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I shake those thoughts out of my head and grab the large white T-shirt hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The shirt belongs to Heavy. He’s an older guy in the club. His old lady died of a heart attack about six years ago. She was so young and had no history of illness. Yet, at thirty-four, she was gone. Apparently, she had some type of congenital heart defect that no one had discovered until it was too late. Heavy’s been grieving for her ever since. He gave me the tee the first time I ever stayed here. He told me to sleep in it. He was a good guy, probably a little younger than my dad, and said I reminded him of his own daughter that he lost. The shirt falls past my knees. The guy is even bigger than Torin. Of course, Torin is an asshole and Heavy is a sweetheart. It’s too damn bad I couldn’t fall in love with him. Sure, he’s older, but he is still hot. He may not have perfect abs, but he’s not what I’d call out of shape either. He’d also treat a woman right. Unlike the asshole I’ve decided to try to wrangle.
I’m an idiot.
I finish my business in the bathroom and, as I put my toothbrush and deodorant back in their original places, I take a deep breath. I don’t want to see Torin right now. Honestly, I’m not sure I want to see him ever again. Seeing Debbie climb all over him and the way it hurt, tells me he’s still too dangerous. I thought I had let him go and was ready to move on. After the pain I felt out there, I think I’m just plain stupid. I need to get some distance. I need to start dating again. I thought losing my virginity would be a turning point, but it’s clear I need to show my heart that I can love someone else. Mom once told me that the women in our family usually fall head over heels and go all in from day one. I thought she was crazy. Sure, I’ve heard the story about how she met my father. It’s a story that I wish I didn’t know, but for whatever reason, I was told about it. I mean, no one wants to hear that their father met their mother when he was being seen by her for a severe case of crabs. I scrunch my face up in response to the ickiness just the thought of it brings. Still, Dad’s a great guy and he and Mom have the best relationship that I’ve ever witnessed. To me, that didn’t mean our entire family was like that. Then Dom and Thea began to work out. Dom went from a self-absorbed asshole to someone that was hopelessly devoted to my sister. Shit, you’d have to be insane not to see it. Now, she’s even knocked up and deliriously happy in a way I didn’t think was possible. I close my eyes. What if I’m always going to be in love with Torin? I’m starting to think Cincinnati isn’t far enough away. There are some great medical schools out west. I always wanted to visit Utah. Perhaps it’s time to look at schools there.
With a sigh, I walk away from the bathroom mirror. Staring at myself and going over my love life—or lack thereof—isn’t going to achieve anything. I’ll make some decisions tomorrow after I’m safely in my dorm and Torin is nowhere around. I unlock the bathroom door, take a deep breath, and head back into the room. I’m going to have to find a place to stay tonight. It’s not a big thing, but most of the empty rooms don’t have a bathroom. I always have to pee in the middle of the night. That means I’ll have to get out of my nice, warm, snuggly bed and drag my ass down the hall to a shared bathroom. It might sound like I’m being a prima donna here, but a shared bathroom with a bunch of drunk bikers is not a good thing. Regular men miss the toilet without an excuse. Drunk and high bikers are much worse. This is just one more thing to make me want to kick Torin in the junk. Bastard.
It doesn’t surprise me to find the asshole in question sitting on my bed, staring straight at me when I open the door. I give him the dirtiest look I can muster—which is pretty bad considering how mad I am.
“What the fuck do you have on?” he barks.
I can’t say that’s the first thing I imagined him saying, but then again, I can never figure the damn man out. “It’s called a T-shirt, or I suppose, in this case at least, it’s a gown to sleep in.” With that answer, I go around the bed and head toward the wide-open doorway. It appears Torin at least picked up the ruined door and leaned it against the wall outside. “Where are you going?” I hate to say he keeps barking out his questions, but that’s exactly what he reminds me of. A barking pit bull that wants to tear into you—he just hasn’t yet.