Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I shrug my jacket back on before pulling the cuffs of my shirt out and following the same steps Koda just took up toward the bathroom. I push open the door, and I’m happy that it’s empty. I go straight to the sink to wash my hands, and only then does it sink in what just happened.
My chest contracts when the reality of it creeps up on me. I kissed Koda, and not only did I kiss her, I fingerbanged her against a fucking wall. What the fuck did I just do? I stare at myself in the mirror, looking into the eyes that remember what she sounds like when she comes. Looking into the eyes that remember how tight she is. Looking into the eyes that remember how hard I got from just kissing her. You fucked up.
I take a deep breath before drying my hands with the paper towel and tossing it in the garbage. “Play it cool,” I mumble as I pull open the door and step out.
My eyes roam the room looking for her, seeking her out, but my heart knows she isn’t far away because it doesn’t hurt when it beats. She’s talking to Cole and Brittany, and they say something, and her head goes back, and she laughs. I’ve never been jealous of anything in my life. Not the fact my cousins are better at hockey than me. Not the fact I’m not always the best on my team. But I am by the fact that someone made her laugh, and it wasn’t me. I put my hands in my pockets as I walk over to them.
“Hey,” I say, looking at her, and when she looks at me, her eyes look like she’s pulled a mask over them. I almost have to take a step back. They are void of the look I got less than fifteen minutes ago. Gone is the woman who looked at me with lust, and in her place is a woman who I haven’t seen in a while. It’s the same woman who tried to ignore me a month ago. “What’s everyone laughing at?” I ask them, standing next to her. I leave my hands in my pockets before I grab her hand in mine and drag her out of here and make sure I never stop kissing her until I get that look back.
“Koda got stuck outside in the courtyard when she went to call the kids,” Brittany informs me, and I look over at Koda.
“Really?” I ask, and she looks over at me quickly, and I can see her cheeks getting a touch pink. “It’s freezing outside,” I advise, “I hope you found a doorway to keep warm.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “Luckily for me, someone heard me knocking and came to my rescue.”
“That’s good.” I look around. “We should go and thank him.”
“I did already,” she replies quickly, “but thank you.”
“We should head back in,” Cole says, “it’s almost done.” He turns and wraps his arm around Brittany, and again, I’m feeling jealous I can’t do that. I can’t slide my fingers with Koda’s nor can I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me. I can’t do any of that, and it fucking sucks.
“After you.” I hold out only one hand because I don’t trust myself.
“Thank you,” she mumbles but avoids looking at me.
We sit side by side, but she turns her back to me to talk to Brittany the whole time. My leg nervously shakes up and down as the time drags on. I see Brittany nod at her as she pushes away from the table. “We are going to be heading out,” Cole states.
“Oh, do you guys mind dropping me off?” Koda asks, and I feel like she just literally kicked me in the balls.
“Of course,” Brittany says. “If I had known, we could have driven you here.”
“I can take you,” I blurt louder than I probably should, getting up with them.
“They are two doors down from me,” Koda retorts, looking right through me. “It’s fine.” She smiles at me, a fake empty smile. “Thanks for tonight.”
“Yeah,” I say, sitting back down, “you’re welcome.” I grab the glass of water that is in front of me, gripping it harder than I should. “Have a good night.” I avoid looking at her as I take a big sip of water.
I wait maybe fifteen minutes longer before I push away from the table and head out, saying goodbye to a couple of people along the way. I walk down the steps toward the front door, handing the valet guy my ticket. Looking over at the door that not too long ago, I pulled her out of.
A couple of the guys come out at the same time, and we just talk about nothing and everything. “See you tomorrow,” I say once I see my car come around the crescent driveway. The valet driver gets out, leaving the door open, and I slide in.