Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“I would never want you to choose me over your career,” she says softly, and I can see the tiny teardrop escape from her right eye. “Never. I would never tell you not to go away for six months either. All I ask is that you just talk to me.”
“Fair enough, and for the record, I can’t even tell you how sorry I am,” I say, and then I lay it all out for her. “My parents never thought I would amount to much. It’s not like they were the nurturing kind, and for some crazy reason I can’t even explain to myself, I want to make a name for myself. I want to become the best person I can be so that I can say look at what I did. It’s stupid, and it’s sick and twisted, but this is me.” I smirk at her. “And if you give me a chance, I promise to make it up to you.”
“All I ask of you is to talk to me,” she reaffirms, and I nod my head. “And that goes for me also.” Her hand comes up, and she holds my face. “This morning, I was just shocked that Edward showed up and...”
“And I should never have answered your door,” I admit. “It wasn’t my place.”
“I don’t want people to think that I just ran off because of you,” she admits. “I don’t want people to talk more than they are.”
“And me answering your door half-naked didn’t help.” I smile sadly. “I promise if you have me over again, I won’t answer the door.”
She leans forward and kisses my lips, and I can’t help it, but the nerves settle. “How about for the next little bit, we just be me and you?” she suggests softly. “Before we tell the world.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you,” I say as I turn my face in her hand and kiss the palm of it.
“Okay, so now that I told you what I want from you.” Her voice is soft as I bring her hand to my lips, kissing her fingers. “What do you want from me?”
I chuckle. “You, I just want fucking you.”
Chapter 24
Clarabella
I lie in the middle of the bed on my stomach as I feel little butterfly kisses starting on my naked shoulder. “Morning,” Luke grumbles from beside me as he kisses the freckle on my back three times before asking me, “Do you want coffee?”
“What time is it?” I ask, sinking deeper into the bed.
“It’s a little after nine.” I feel the covers move, and I know he’s gotten out of the bed. I open one eye to watch his naked ass walk over to the bathroom. “I feel you staring.” He looks over his shoulder and chuckles. “Want me to come back to bed?”
“Yes,” I grumble. “But first, go make coffee.”
He looks around my room now. “Is it safe to go downstairs in just my boxers, or will I come face-to-face with one of your sisters again?” He picks up his boxers from the floor where he tossed them last night.
“It’s a fifty-fifty chance.” I turn over on my back now, holding the sheet to my chest. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ve already seen Ace’s junk.” From the look on his face, this does not make him feel better at all.
He just stares at me. “Why would that make me feel better?” he asks as he puts his boxers on, and I can’t help but look at him. His body is perfectly sculpted, which is due to him lifting weights and running four times a week. Something that came as a shock to me when I woke up one morning and he was gone, only to return a sweaty mess thirty minutes later. I mean, I’m not going to complain about it, especially since he dragged me to the shower and fucked me against the shower wall.
“I don’t know.” I laugh, grabbing one of the throw pillows from the floor and putting it behind my head. “You were a little freaked out a couple of days ago when my sister saw your ass.” I point at him.
“We were having sex on your kitchen table.” He throws his hands up. “And they just came waltzing in. They didn’t even knock, or I don’t know, call.”
“I think there was some screaming and then Presley turned and pushed Shelby down.” I roll my lips, thinking about the scene. “They were also not the only ones yelling.” I wink at him, which just makes his jaw tense as he bites down.
“I was midorgasm.” He glares at me.
“I bet they never do that again.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes my mouth.
“Good to know.” He turns and walks out of the bedroom. I throw the sheet off me and walk into the bathroom to pee and then wash my hands and face. It’s been two weeks since we’ve had the talk at his house. Two weeks since everything has gone down, and besides my sisters, no one knows about us. I can’t even put into words how easy it is with us. We’ve started to alternate where we stay at night. With our schedules, it’s hard to spend that much time together. He usually gets in later in the evening, but I always wait up for him. Then I’m up early in the morning, and he always makes it a point to get up and have coffee with me before going back to bed. I put my toothbrush back in the holder and see his toothbrush next to mine, and I can’t help but smile.