Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Ugh, just my luck.” I chuckle. “I fall for a gentleman.” I shake my head and walk over to grab my shirt and put it back on. “I guess I’m going to call it a night since you aren’t going to put out.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” He glares at me. “You aren’t leaving in the middle of the night.”
I laugh at him, looking over at the kitchen to the big clock on the wall. “It’s almost midnight. I’m not sure that constitutes the middle of the night.”
“If something happens, then what?” I roll my lips to keep from laughing in his face. He’s really cute when he’s protective. Another reason he’s so hot. “If your car breaks down in the middle of the road?”
“Well, if that happens—” I now can’t help but laugh a little. “Then I’ll call you.” I hold up my hand. “I also have roadside assistance.” Something that even though I didn’t want my grandfather had put on my car.
He stares at me for a second. “Okay, wait here. I’m going to go and get Meadow.” He grabs his shirt off the couch and puts it on. I think he’s joking until he actually starts to make his way to the stairs.
“You aren’t going to wake her up to drive me home.” I rush to grab his arm before he gets any further.
“Then I guess you are staying here.” He turns back around to face me. “We can set the alarm for five thirty and then you can leave.”
“What difference does it make?” I try not to laugh at him.
“It makes a huge difference.” He throws his hands up. “Don’t you watch those murder shows?” I have to roll my eyes. “Evil lurks in the darkness.” His voice goes low and monotone, and he uses his hands to scare me.
“That’s creepy,” I point out to him. “Also, it’s like a twenty-minute drive, most of it on a bright highway.”
“If you want, we…” he says, “we can sleep on the couch.” He raises his eyebrows. “Or you can sleep in the bedroom with me.”
I’m the one looking up at the ceiling, wondering how to get out of this. “But what if Meadow wakes up?”
“She usually shouts my name.” His face goes into a smirk. “Because, apparently, that’s what princesses do.” We laugh together, and he waits a couple of seconds before he wraps an arm around my waist. “What’s it going to be?”
I can’t help but wrap my arms around him, getting on my tippy-toes and crushing my chest to his, suddenly wishing we were shirtless again. “You aren’t giving me a choice.”
“I am.” He wraps the other arm around me, crushing me to him. “Couch or bed? See, choices.”
“Is this what having a boyfriend is, annoying?” I smirk at him.
“I guess so,” he admits to me, “and he gives you phenomenal orgasms.”
I roll my eyes. “It was decent,” I joke with him because it wasn’t just decent. I think I saw fucking stars it was that good.
“Decent, my ass,” he retorts, and I laugh out loud. “Now, couch or bed?”
“Ugh,” I huff, “might as well get you a good night’s sleep since you have to be a dad in the morning.” He smiles. “Don’t smile like you won the fight, big boy.”
“Are you sleeping here?” His smile is even bigger if that’s possible.
“I mean, technically, you did, but it’s still under review.” He nods. “But you set the alarm for five thirty.”
“Let me close up down here, and we can go up,” he says, letting me go. Walking over to the kitchen, he turns off the lights but leaves the light on top of the stove on before he slips his hand into mine, and we walk up the stairs to his bedroom.
He walks in front of me and turns on the lights, and I stop in my tracks. “This is a lot different than I thought it would be,” I admit as I look around the light room. The exposed beams on the ceiling make the room seem older. The king-sized bed faces a wall with white and beige bricks holding a television and a fireplace. A sitting area off to the side makes you want to sit down and look out the back window, which must have a patio since the doors look like they slide.
“What did you think my room would be like?” he asks as he walks toward the bed and turns on the lamp on the mirrored side table. A picture of him and Meadow when she was a baby is front and center.
“I thought for sure a dungeon.” I turn around. “Some chains, maybe even a swing.” I look over at the big bed that has a white cover with a brown throw blanket on it, with a bunch of throw pillows. “You make this every day?”