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)
Everyone likes Christmas.
He goes back into the bedroom and throws on his T-shirt and as I watch on, he grabs his jeans and pulls them on too. “I’ll let you get to it.”
“Dylan.” I frown.
“It’s fine, babe.” He kisses me quickly, “You do your Christmas thing, and I’ll catch up with you later.” He walks toward the front door.
“What?” My face falls, “Are you going?”
He keeps walking toward the door.
“Dylan?”
He turns back and seeing my disappointed face, must feel guilty. “I’ll see you tonight?” He kisses me softly.
Something has upset him.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
“Everything is perfect.” He kisses me again, “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”
“What time?”
He smiles as he pulls me closer into a hug, “Look at you, getting all demanding.”
My face falls, fuck…. I am. “Oh….”
“I like it.” He smiles. “Demand all you want, baby.”
I twist my fingers, feeling embarrassed. He’s right, I am being demanding, what the hell is wrong with me, I’m getting clingy after two nights.
He can leave whenever he wants to.
I need to chill the hell out.
“Have a good day,” I say before taking a step back from him. Just go, I need some distance. I’m way too attached to you. If I’m like this after two nights, imagine the damage he could do to my heart if I actually fell for him.
A trace of a frown crosses his brow, and I force a smile.
“I’ll be over about seven,” he says.
“Yeah…. well,” I pause, “I’m probably busy tonight,” I lie.
“Doing what?”
“I just remembered I might have to work, just call me and we can figure something out.”
His eyes hold mine.
“Okay?” I smile as I walk to the front door, I open it in a rush. “Goodbye, Dylan.”
He stands on the spot and stares at me, he’s trying to figure out what’s going on here, and I can’t tell him because I don’t even know myself.
“I don’t have your phone number,” he replies.
I close my eyes, embarrassed.
I’m clinging to a guy who doesn’t even have my phone number. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Oh… um… of course.” I walk to my handbag, dig out my phone and swipe it open. “What’s your number, I’ll text you.”
He tells me his number, and I send a text.
Hi
His phone dings in his hand, “Got it.”
“Okay.”
His eyes hold mine, “Okay.”
Emotion floods through me, damn it, why do I like him so much?
As if reading my mind, he takes me into his arms and kisses me tenderly. “Have a good day, baby.”
I nod through the lump in my throat, and we hug each other tight.
Did we just have our first fight?
He makes his way down the front steps and out to his car, and before he even gets in, I close the front door and storm down the hall and turn the shower on.
Stop it, Zoe.
Get a hold of these emotions.
Dylan
I sit on the couch and pretend to watch television; I glance at the time on my phone.
9pm.
I called Zoe two hours ago, and she hasn’t called me back yet.
What the fuck is going on?
All was fine this morning and then she just flipped a switch.
And it shouldn’t bother me because we just met…… but it does.
I’ve had a shit day.
My first day off in weeks, and I’ve been wound up like a top.
I like her more than I should.
But how can I help it, she’s perfect. My mind goes back over the last few days, the laughter, the hugs, the ridiculously good sex.
Every moment in her arms just feels…… more.
Don’t fuck this up.
I scroll through my phone and my finger hovers over her name, “Call me back,” I snap. I march to the refrigerator and grab a beer and pace as I drink it. If I call her back, I look needy.
If I don’t call her back, I don’t seem invested, but if I do call her back, I seem stalkerish. There’s no win in this situation; I keep pacing.
Fuck it, I am stalking her.
I dial her number and wait on the line, ring, ring. Ring, ring.
“Dylan,” she answers.
It’s loud, I can hear that she’s in a club or something and I frown, “Hi.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you back yet,” she apologizes, I can tell she’s been drinking. “I’ve been busy.”
My angry heartbeat sounds in my ears, “It’s fine.” But it’s not, she’s out and not calling me back, I can take a hint. “I can hear that you’re out, I’ll let you go,” I snap, annoyed.
“Don’t go,” she says softly.
Silence hangs on the line between us.
What the fuck is going on, she doesn’t call me but then doesn’t want me to go.
I can’t hold it any longer, “What are you doing, Zoe?” I snap.
“I’m at the Roxy.”
“With who?”
“My girlfriends.”
I drag my hand down my face in frustration, I get the feeling that something else is going on, something involving me.