Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
“Aren’t you the romantic one?”
“You think?”
“I give up.” She releases a sigh. “I obviously can’t win with you.”
If only she knew how wrong that statement is. It’s more like I haven’t been able to win ever since she came into my life.
My fingers thread in her hair and she closes her eyes, not wanting to enjoy the strokes, but doing so anyway.
“You don’t smoke anymore,” she announces out of the blue.
“I said I’d quit if you’d keep my lips and hands occupied, and I keep my word, baby.”
“You…really quit because of me?”
“Sure did. Second-hand smoke is a serious threat to your health.”
“You’re more of a serious threat to my health.”
“Too bad you can’t quit me.”
“You never know. Maybe one day I’ll find a better man.”
“I’m the only man you’ll have, so get used to it and stop provoking me.” I stroke her hair. “Go to sleep, little rabbit. We have about seven hours to land.”
One more reason why I don’t go home.
I expect her to fight, but she bends her legs so they’re on my lap and rests her head on my chest.
It’s one of the few times she’s let go without starting drama about being in my company. She says that she wants more, but how can she not see that I’ve been fighting more battles than I signed up for ever since she came along?
“It’s unfair that you feel so safe,” she grumbles as her body relaxes in my hold, and her breaths even out as she falls into a slumber. My nose strokes her hair, breathing in the raspberries mixed with alcohol and I also let myself fall asleep.
Because she feels safe, too.
The echo of voices swirls around my head like the buzzing of bees.
“Jesus Christ, Glyndon. That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”
My eyes fly open and the first thing I notice is that the weight on top of me is gone and I’m hugging a pillow instead.
Real smooth.
That little rabbit must’ve put the pillow there so I wouldn’t feel the emptiness and wake up right away.
But that’s not the emergency here. It’s Gareth groaning while calling Glyndon’s name.
I lift my head and I have no fucking clue what to name the fucking feeling when I find them sitting around a table a few seats ahead, playing fucking Uno.
But I know it’s too similar to damn relief.
This isn’t even funny anymore. I’m constantly on the edge of murder because of this woman, and the worst part is that she’s the one who’s stopping my demons from acting out.
The screen over my seat indicates that we have about three more hours to land.
“You didn’t tell me about this rule before.” She clutches the cards close to her chest. “You can’t just invent new ones.”
“I’m not inventing.” He shows her the rules card. “It’s right here.”
“Uh, how about a no? You’re cheating!”
“Because you’re losing?”
“I could totally win if you didn’t start inventing rules left and right.”
“For the millionth time, they’re right here. Just admit defeat and move on. Where’s your sports spirit?”
“Not in the building. Sorry, I mean freaking plane. Come on, just roll with it, would you?”
He smiles, and I clench my fists, and it’s due to a lot of reasons. The first is that I thought he’d forgotten how to actually smile without faking it.
Oh, and how fucking comfortable Glyndon is in his presence.
He of all people must’ve realized that she’s my weakness now, the spot he can hit to get to me, and knowing Gareth, he will. Without mercy.
Not that I blame him, but I would impale him before he could even lay a finger on her.
Forcing my agitation down, I walk toward them with the nonchalance of a bored demon.
I sit on Glyndon’s armrest and plant a hand on her shoulder. “What are we playing?”
Gareth starts to lower his cards. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”
That’s right, big bro. Take a fucking hike.
“Oh, don’t be silly,” she tells him. “You don’t need to leave just because Killian is here. Let’s continue.”
This little—
“And you go sit on a chair and don’t spy on my cards.” She hides them against her chest, glaring up at me like a mama bear.
Hmm. Now, I’m wondering why I didn’t strap her to me earlier.
Gareth keeps his cards, and I have no choice but to take the seat next to Glyn, because I’m sure as fuck going to play and beat these two.
They end up ganging up on me, cheating and using every trick under the sun to make me lose.
But I’m the founder of the ethically black school they tried to enroll in, so I end up winning anyway. Three times in a row.
Glyndon throws her cards on the small table. “Ugh, this is no fun. Do you have to win every round?”
“How else would he be a dickhead?”