Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“You’ll give me this.” I nod in agreement. She’s so excited that I can’t say no to her. She grabs my hand, pulling me up from the sofa. I let her do her thing while I talk about Reid and how weird he is being. “Have you ever noticed that you talk about Reid a lot?”
“Do I?”
“Part your lips a little more for me.” I do as she asks. She’s putting lip stain on me. It’s always so hard to get off, but I have to admit it makes your lips look incredible. “Yes, you always make off handed comments about him.” Do I really? I try and think back. “Don’t!” she snaps at me.
“Don’t what?”
“Eat your bottom lip like you always do when you’re thinking too hard.”
“Oh.” I make sure not to because I don’t want lip stain on my teeth. I make a conscious effort to stop talking about Reid and focus more on talking about my date with Andrew.
“You should be more excited. Andrew is not bad on the eyes.”
“He’s been nice,” I admit. He has the whole boy next door look. Not my boy next door but most others. Reid is not yours, I remind myself for the millionth time since he stopped speaking to me all those years ago.
“Nice is good. You only spent a few short minutes together. Give it a chance.”
“I’m not sure we should give anyone a chance at the moment. We’re leaving soon.”
“Kingston might be in another state but it’s only three hours away.” That is true. I’m already making up reasons why I shouldn't go.
“He might be going somewhere too.” I can’t stop myself.
“Yeah, it could be Kingston. There’s a question you can ask on your date.” I should make a list of things to ask so there won’t be those awkward silences. “Stop making a list of things to ask him.” She smirks, knowing she busted me.
“Are we done yet? I still need to get there.”
“I think so. On that note I’m going to drop you off.”
“I can drive myself.” I stand up, wanting to get a look at myself. I have on black wide leg pants and a cute knitted sweater that keeps falling off one shoulder. “Wow,” I say when my eyes meet the mirror. I still look like myself, but I look older. I would even go as far as saying I look sexy. My freckles are gone, and she made my eyes pop out more. “I look hot.” I should have trusted she wouldn't overdo it. Willow would never steer me wrong or make me look bad.
“I’m driving,” she insists.
“Okay.” This is not the hill I am going to die on. Willow always wants to drive. I have my own car, it’s a cute sky blue Beetle my mom got me for my sixteenth birthday. Willow always insists on driving, and since we are almost always together, it seems as though I never take it out.
“Should I change my top, though? If you look close enough you can see my bra through it. You can see this bra strap too.” Even as I’m saying the words, the sweater falls off my shoulder.
“Nope. That’s how it’s supposed to be. It’s sexy without really trying to be sexy, which is totally your thing.”
“By not trying to be sexy I end up making myself sexy?” I have no idea what she is talking about.
“Yes.” She nods her head. “That’s the Zoey appeal. Sweet and smart with this underlying sex appeal. The fact that you don’t know you have it is what makes it even more hot.”
“Okay.” I’m not sure I follow, but I get the drift. I grab my purse and head for the front door. I stop in mom’s office before I go. She’s working but kisses my cheek and tells me to be safe.
“This is going to be wonderful,” Willow says as I follow her out the front door and toward her car. She’s wearing an expression that I can’t quite make out. I can’t help but steal a glance over toward Reid's house.
“Why are you more excited about my date than me?”
She gives me a smile. One that tells me that she’s up to something. As well as she can read me, I can read her too.
My best friend is definitely up to something. Whatever it is will either be wonderful or a complete disaster. I suppose I will find out soon enough.
6
Reid
I brace my hand against the shower wall. I finally finished washing the grease and grime from the shop off me. I went in with my pops this morning. I help him out most Saturdays. I am thankful for that shit. I needed something to keep my hands busy, and my mind. I’m on edge thinking about Zoey.
She was in my truck last night. The smell of her hadn’t lingered long after she left. I’d sat in my truck until I couldn't smell her anymore. Then I dragged my ass into the house so I could shower and ease the tension in my body by jacking off.