Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
But, again, that didn’t mean anything. He certainly wasn’t fighting any kind of attraction.
He’d not always imagined what she looked like naked. He was a guy, so from time to time, he did think about women naked. Actually, that wasn’t true. Maybe he thought about Kirsty a few times too many, but he was a guy with a very active and working dick.
That didn’t mean anything. He wasn’t harboring some latent desire for her, or anything like that.
She bent down, and he couldn’t help but stare at her curvy ass. It filled a pair of jeans to perfection, and then Ward felt the hardening of his dick.
Shit!
Fuck!
It didn’t mean anything. He was simply responding to a beautiful woman, and even if that ass did belong to Kirsty, it meant nothing.
She stood up, pushing some hair out of her face, and then she spun toward him. He saw the frown on her lips, and then she came over to him.
Had she heard his thoughts? Ward didn’t believe he had spoken them out loud.
“Can I talk to you?” Kirsty asked.
“Why?” Ward asked. This was new, they didn’t talk. They never even agreed to talk or even share any thoughts or ideas. They argued.
“There is just something I want to talk to you about. Can we talk after the bar closes?” Kirsty asked.
He was tempted to look around the bar. Was this some kind of trick? Were his friends trying to play a joke? Is that why Christopher was determined to not come out tonight? Admittedly, his friend didn’t always come to the bar, as he had his own life.
“Ugh, what do you want to talk about?” he asked.
“I’d rather wait until, you know, we’re alone.”
Okay, he didn’t like this one bit. “Sure,” Ward said.
She offered him a smile. It wasn’t that beaming smile that made him feel like he was the only guy in the world, but it was still a smile that had him stop.
Crap. What the fuck was happening to him? His friends had to have messed with his head, because this made no sense.
Kirsty left, and he sat, nursing a beer, wondering what the hell was going on.
****
Kirsty was torn between wanting everyone to leave, and having them all stay long into the night, but it was a Saturday. For some reason, the nights where everyone lingered seemed to be Friday and Sunday. The start of the weekend, and the end of the week, where no one wanted the new week to start. At least, that’s what she figured.
However, by one in the morning, she had closed and locked the door. Now, there was only her and Ward left inside the bar.
He’d only had a grand total of two beers the whole night, then asked for bottled water, which he barely touched.
Now that she and Ward were alone, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“So, you’ve got me all alone. Do you want to tell me what is going on?” Ward asked.
She spun around, and from the time it took her to close the door, he’d already moved closer to her. Rubbing at her temple, she let out a little laugh. “Ugh, it’s kind of complicated.”
“Complicated?” he asked.
“Well, yes, and no, ugh, I don’t know.” She nibbled her lip. “Do you … do you know of any kind of bet?”
His frown deepened. “Bet?”
“Yes, about you and me.”
He shook his head. “No, why would I know of any kind of bet?”
“Well, I was talking to my friend.” She stopped, debating if she should say who it was.
“Bethany,” he said.
“How do you know she’s who I’m talking about?”
“You and her are always hanging out. You always have. It’s not hard to come to this conclusion.”
“Oh.” She was surprised he knew, but then again, she and Bethany had been friends since long before kindergarten even started. Their mothers had been best friends, and that friendship had developed between their daughters, which again is why they had the make-ahead Saturday.
She’d loved today, and tomorrow, she and Bethany would continue in the afternoon.
“What has Bethany said about a bet?” he asked.
“It’s … I didn’t know if you had started the bet or something like that.”
“You know, I didn’t think it was possible, but you have this talent, Kirsty, for making me so confused. What bet?”
“Ugh! Apparently, there has been a bet running since high school about you and I getting together. I didn’t know if you started it as a joke.”
Silence met her response.
She stared at his chest, and no, she wasn’t admiring the peek of bare flesh she got from the open shirt he wore. Ward was dressed in jeans, and he wore a flannel shirt, which was open, over a white vest. He’d not removed the flannel shirt, but that didn’t stop her from seeing some of his chest.
What the hell was the matter with her?