Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
The heat in the house, coupled with the fire in her body and alcohol running through her veins, started to make Keira feel a little woozy.
She leaned toward Molly’s ear and said, “I’m going to get some water.”
Molly turned around, and one look at Keira’s face had concern moving across her features. Maybe she looked as gross as she felt?
“Hey, you okay?”
A few girls from their school stood around them. Keira knew them but didn’t know them, which meant to them she was Molly’s stage-five clinger.
“I’m good. It’s just stuffy in here, and the alcohol went to my head. I just need some water.”
“I’ll come with you—”
“I’m fine. I promise,” she cut Molly off and offered her a smile.
What she wasn’t telling Molly was that she wasn’t fine. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and she was too afraid, uncomfortable, and just plain awkward to confide in her best friend.
4
Keira made her way into the kitchen before Molly could say anything else or follow her. There were a few guys playing some kind of intense drinking game at the dining room table. A couple of them had their back to her, the others loud as they shouted and laughed. A deck of cards and a line of shots sat between them. She didn’t recognize the ones she could actually see, so they were either in college or drove out from another school.
After getting a glass of water and guzzling that, Keira filled it up again and turned around to lean against the counter. This new position let her see the guys who’d had their backs to her. She hadn’t even recognized one of them was Reese. He now sported a baseball cap, the brim low, so it was hard to see his eyes.
He sat at the table, cards in his hand. There were a few girls hanging around. Chay, one of the cheerleaders and known for being “friendly” with all the jocks, sat on Braxton's lap. She also had the body of a goddess, which shouldn’t have made Keira feel less than sure, but when she glanced down at her chest, her boobs three times smaller than Chay’s, that unwanted jealousy rose up.
Hell, Keira felt like she had the body of a twelve-year-old boy. Zero curves.
Chay’s boobs spilled over the top of her baby doll tee, and she was drawing so much attention that half the guys couldn’t even focus on their cards.
I guess that’s the point of wearing that outfit.
Keira’s face heated as she watched Chay start nuzzling Braxton’s neck, and when he whispered something in her ear and she giggled, Keira glanced away.
She could only imagine the fiery things they said to each other. Or maybe no one but her would feel like this? Maybe because she had zero experience in trying to seduce anyone, even watching two people eye-fuck each other was enough to have her face turn beet-red.
Keira glanced at Lindy, another cheerleader who had a body that should have been displayed on one of those swimsuit or lingerie magazines. Keira didn’t miss how Lindy kept looking at Reese, and that had unjustified jealousy moving through her.
Reese wasn’t hers, and no part belonged to Keira, so getting jealous that Lindy—who could absolutely get him to bone her upstairs no problem—was eye-fucking him was only making Keira miserable. Hell, Lindy had slept with at least three football players this year alone.
She knew how to work it to her advantage.
She was also a bitch.
Keira glanced away, or that had been her intention, but of course her gaze landed on Reese. And then their eyes locked.
He watched her… watched her like he’d been focused on her for some time now and she hadn’t even noticed. And like it happened every time, her face got hot, her cheeks no doubt flaming red.
She looked away, but her gaze landed on Lindy, who glanced between her and Reese.
Great, Lindy had seen the exchange and clearly didn’t like it, if her narrowed eyes and pursed lips were anything to go by.
Keira glanced back at Reese, and it seemed like an eternity of him doing nothing but watching her, and of her staring at him.
She felt something cold touch her fingers and looked down to see the guy who’d been manning the keg hand her a shot. She should have given it back, but as she continued to feel Reese watching her, Keira found herself lifting that glass and tossing it back.
The alcohol tasted like shit and burned as it went down her throat. Her face felt hotter, and she wheezed out and turned so she wasn’t sputtering in front of everyone. Eyes watering and throat on fire, she told herself how stupid she was to have just done that.
She couldn't breathe as she kept coughing, and she quickly headed out of the kitchen and out back, hoping the fresh air would help, but also she needed to get out of there, as Reese no doubt saw her making a fool of herself.