Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
She looked up at me with those gorgeous gray eyes that were welling up with tears and she smiled shyly.
“Hi.”
That voice. That smile. Those eyes. I was done for.
And we were inseparable ever since.
Well, until we weren’t.
The lake comes into view and I yank off my shirt. Charlie catches up as I pull off my boots and then start unbuttoning my jeans.
“You coming in?”
It’s still springtime and it wasn’t long ago that the lake was frozen over, so the water is going to be freezing.
Charlie whimpers and backs away.
“Pussy,” I mutter as I yank off my underwear.
Charlie watches from a safe distance as I run into the lake and dive under the crisp icy water. It’s a frigid jolt to the system, but after a while, it feels good.
It takes my mind off Molly, but only for a couple of seconds.
It’s not long before I’m right back to thinking of her.
Thinking of her in high school… I was on the football team and she came to every one of my games. I can still remember how good she looked in my jersey. It went past her knees and one shoulder always ended up popping out of the large neck hole. God, I always felt like I was on top of the world whenever I looked at her, knowing she was all mine.
She was the only girl I ever wanted. The only one who ever interested me.
I swim into the middle of the lake and turn onto my back, floating as I look up at the wispy white clouds painted onto the vast blue sky.
I still don’t understand why she broke up with me. I would have gone to London with her. I would have gone anywhere with her. I just wanted to be by her side.
Charlie barks from the shore.
I sigh as I start to swim back.
It doesn’t matter. That was all in the past.
She’s clearly over it and it’s time that I try to get over it as well. Although, that seems to be an impossible task. It’s been seven years since we’ve been apart and I haven’t come close to getting over her.
It’s going to be even harder now that I know she’s just a drive away.
And holy shit, she looked good.
My heart aches as the water gets shallow and I stand on the hard ground. Charlie backs away as I walk to the shore.
“How am I going to do this, buddy?” I whisper as I thread my hand through my cold wet hair.
How am I going to stand it, knowing she’s around? This is going to be torture.
She’s going to be at the bar tonight surrounded by men trying to get with her. I flinch as an edgy twitchy feeling takes over my body. Just the thought of my girl in that situation makes me want to break something (or someone).
I look at Charlie and he lowers his head.
“It will be fine,” I tell him in a gruff voice. “I’ll stay home and be cool and calm all night. It won’t bother me in the least.”
I slam the refrigerator door closed and yank a pot out of the drawer.
“Goddammit,” I grunt as I smash the pot onto the burner on the stove and grab the glass measuring cup from the cupboard. I fill it with water, dump it in the pot, and then slam it onto the granite countertop so hard it breaks.
Charlie whimpers. He’s hiding under the table.
My pulse is racing. A constant pounding is thrashing in my ears. I’m twitchy all over as I stomp around the kitchen, cursing and grunting as I picture Molly at the bar all by herself.
She’s probably looking hot as hell with every creep in town circling her like pesky flies. I just want to go down there and swat them away, crushing them into a bloody pulp for daring to look at my girl.
I give up on making dinner. My stomach is twisted up into so many knots that I wouldn’t be able to eat much anyway even if I could focus for long enough to make something.
I sit on my chair and turn the TV on. The heads on the screen are talking, but I can’t hear a thing. I can’t focus. I’m spiraling out.
She’s here. In my town. Drinking at the bar. Surrounded by guys.
I picture a smooth-talking man dressed all stylish walking up to her table with an extra drink and my heart starts pounding like a war drum in my chest.
He sits across from her with a warm smile and tells her his name…
My jaw is clenched tight as my breathing picks up.
I want to break his pretty boy face. I want to crush the life out of him.
My big hand squeezes the remote control. I picture Molly leaning in and shaking his hand, and my whole body shudders.