Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“We don’t, though.” Her tone is filled with sass. A vision of me pushing her against the wall, with my hands outstretched beside her head, while I devour her mouth, showing her how much we have to talk about fills my mind. I can literally taste the kiss on my lips.
“I owe you a dinner.” The minute the words are out of my mouth, I know I should have chosen other words. I know this because all she does is glare at me, which makes me want her even more. “Can I take you out to dinner?” I ask, knowing she is going to say no. Also knowing that this time it’s different, she isn’t getting rid of me so easily. I’m not the stupid kid I was before.
“No,” she replies without even thinking twice or pretending to think about it and then letting me down.
“Please,” I say softly.
She just looks at me. “What do you want?” She asks the same question I’ve been asking myself since I let out what really happened between us. I know what the end goal is, I just don’t know how to get there.
“Just to talk to you,” I admit softly. “I just want to talk to you. I think we should talk.” My heart flies from the pit of my stomach to my throat, and I’m thinking about getting on my knees and begging her if I have to.
“Fine,” she huffs and then takes a deep inhale. “Why don’t I text you when I’m done and we can meet?”
I swear to everything, I want to jump up in the air and raise my hands over my head in victory while I celebrate. I can’t help the smile that fills my face. “I’ll take it.” I nod. “I’ll wait for your text.”
I start to walk out of the room, ready to escape while I can, and then I stop suddenly. I turn to her. “This isn’t like a trick, right?” I look at her, getting lost in her eyes, wondering what she’s seen in the past two years that I haven’t. Wanting to know all the memories she’s made. Well, maybe not all the memories. I don’t want to know shit about who she dated.
“What isn’t a trick?” she asks.
“That you say what I want to hear and then never contact me.” I put my hands on my hips.
She rolls her eyes at me. “You know where I work.” She raises her hands toward the walls, and I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. Like real laughter that I haven’t had in a while. “How far do you think I can get before you realize I’m not contacting you?”
“You got that right,” I tell her in a way that she has to know she can run but she can’t hide. “See you later.”
I jog down the steps to her office, making my way to my car. Once I get in, I pull up her name, and instead of texting her, I call her. I’m more surprised than anything that she actually answers instead of sending me to voice mail. “You just left,” she says instead of saying hello. “I literally still see you outside.” She walks out of the door, standing at the top of the stairs. I just look up at her, wishing I could take the elastic out of her hair.
“I know.” I laugh, my finger tapping the steering wheel. “I was just wondering how much longer you think you will be?”
“What?” she says into the phone while still looking at me.
“If you aren’t going to be long, I can wait for you,” I tell her, and she just shakes her head.
“I have an appointment in thirty minutes, it should last maybe an hour. I will text you when I’m done.” All I can do is stare at her. “I promise I won’t ghost you.” I’m about to say something when she continues. “At least for today anyway.”
“I’ll wait for your text, then,” I say into the phone, and she turns to walk back into the office. “You look beautiful, by the way.” She stops mid step, never turning back around. I couldn’t not say it. It’s been at the tip of my tongue since I first saw her again, which makes me the biggest asshole ever.
“I’ll talk to you later.” That is all she says before the door closes and the line disconnects. I pull out of the parking lot and head toward my house. My body is filled with nerves and what feels like endless energy. Even though my body is exhausted from the game we played against LA, I feel like I could run a 5k.
Pulling up the phone feature on my screen, I call my father, who answers after one ring. “Hey,” he says, “how’re you doing?”