Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
I peer out the kitchen window and spy my target, that’ll do it.
I tiptoe outside and run to the fence, hanging over from the next-door neighbor’s house are pink flowers. I pick one and scamper back into the house, I put it into a tiny glass vase and proudly carry the tray into my bedroom. This shit really is the best breakfast of all time.
“Ta-da.” I smile.
Dylan’s eyes light up, “Wow.”
I sit down beside him on the bed.
“Where’s yours?” he asks.
“I’m not much of a breakfast person,” I lie, I totally am, but I ate the first two disaster pancakes and now I’m full.
He pulls the pink flower out of the vase and tucks it behind my ear, we stare at each other as a perfect moment runs between us.
“I like you,” he whispers
I smile softly, this really is the best breakfast of all time. “I like you.”
“You know…..” He pauses as if choosing his words carefully. “If I had my time again, I would have asked you on a date, so we could have done this the right way round. I didn’t mean for……” He pauses, “What I’m trying to say is…… you deserved better than I offered last night.”
He’s feeling guilty about the wham bam way last night went.
“Well……. Don’t beat yourself up, I loved every minute of it, officer.”
His eyes hold mine as he sips his coffee, “Shut up, or I’ll cuff you.”
“You shut up, or I’ll suck your dick.”
He chuckles, “A cook who goes above and beyond, this restaurant is five stars.”
“You know it.”
We stare at each other, and I get the feeling that magic is happening here. There’s something about him, about the way I am when I’m with him.
I feel like myself, and yet, as cliché as it sounds, I feel exciting and new.
Naughty.
“Can you eat your breakfast, so I can kick you out?” I smirk.
“What happened to sucking my dick?” he scoffs as he shovels a forkful of pancake into his mouth.
“You can’t have dessert before breakfast. Stop being a pig.”
He smirks as he keeps eating and nods in approval. “These are good.”
“Are you surprised?”
“No.”
We stare at each other, and again, the air swirls between us.
Does he feel it too?
He brushes the hair back from my forehead before softly kissing me, “You’re beautiful.”
My heart somersaults in my chest.
“And I wonder…..,” he pauses for a moment as if stopping himself from elaborating.
“You wonder what?”
“I wonder how I’m supposed to eat pancakes when all I can think of is you giving me a head job.”
I smile, I get the feeling that’s not what he was originally going to say.
“Well,” I smile as I kiss him again, I take the fork from him and fill it up with pancake, I fly it through the air to his mouth as if he’s a child. “You open your big mouth and you put the pancake in.”
He frowns and opens his mouth, and I shove the pancake in so far that he nearly chokes. He coughs with a laugh and wrestles the fork from me. “I wouldn’t be shoving anything in my mouth if I were you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have something much bigger that I can force feed you.” He makes a grab for me, and I run, he chases me down the hall and crash tackles me onto the couch as he growls like a monster. We laugh out loud, and he kisses me, and just like that.
The morning is perfect.
3
Zoe
“He did a cavity search?” Avril shrieks, wide eyed. “What the hell??”
“Sshh,” I look around at the people in the café. “Keep your voice down,” I whisper.
Avril leans in across the table, “You’re kidding me, right?”
“I was a total hoe bag,” I whisper. “Big time.”
The rose-colored glasses have come off and in the light of day, my morals are guilt tripping me.
“Bad?”
“Porno bad.”
“Good porno or bad porno?” Her eyes are wide, and she sips her coffee as she hangs off my every word.
“Platinum, top tier.”
“What’s that?” She frowns.
“The fucking best.”
“I knew something was going to happen.” She sips her coffee, “Nothing this dramatic though, obviously. I thought like a date.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t even know what happened, one minute he was all, let me search your house, and then I was bent over the kitchen counter, next minute we were fucking on the couch.”
Avril’s eyes widen, “Jeez, why doesn’t this shit ever happen to me?”
“Because it only happens on Pornhub that’s why.” I hold my temples. “I’m going to hell.”
“Well if he’s the devil….. sign me up too.” Avril holds her coffee up in a cheers symbol.
“I totally should have played hard to get, and the worst part is that I really like him.”
“What’s the problem with that?” She frowns.
“Well, now I can’t marry him, obviously,” I scoff. “Are you completely clueless?”
“Why not?”
“Because you never end up with someone who you meet like this, and I can never tell my kids or anyone for that matter that this is our meeting story.”