Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 129110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Our teeth randomly clash from the eagerness, and as it happens we smile. But don't stop.
It makes sense - the awkwardness mixed with perfection.
I start to pull away and bite my lip, but he stops me with his thumb. He pulls my chin back to him and presses his lips to mine, much softer this time.
It feels better than any fantasy.
His movements are slow and demanding. He knows what he’s doing and I realize I’ve never been kissed by anyone who knows how to before. He's measured and precise, and hell if this isn't the hottest thing ever!
His tongue flicks mine. It's a long and steady stroke, and as he does it he groans. I lean into him, and after another playful twist he pulls back.
"Look at you," he mumbles. "Haven't you ever been kissed before?"
I open my eyes.
He's goading, mocking, knowing it was my best kiss ever.
Asshole.
Of course it was fucking amazing! Of course it was nothing like kissing anyone else! Certainly not Travis.
Fuck! Travis!
I step out of his arms.
"Elle, I was-"
I shake my head and he shuts up.
What did I - he - we - just do?
I panic, confused, and shit, wanting more! I hesitate for only a second before spinning around and storming off.
It's sort of ironic how despite him being in a rush to catch a plane I’m the first to go.
11
On My Mind
My fingers graze my lips as I rush out.
I love how they tingle.
I find the nearest exit and somehow make it outside in record time. Leaning against the building, far away from the departing crowd, I let out the deep sigh I had been holding in. Everything that just happened replays in my mind. Reeling with an elated squeal, I beam.
Holy crap.
I just made out with Asher Montgomery!
Yet through the euphoric buzz it dawns on me that I stupidly darted out in shock without saying a damn word.
Why did I do that?
I'm slightly embarrassed, but still soaring.
Actually, I feel like I can fly.
Until out of nowhere the sound of reality comes screeching to a halt in the form of Travis' tires just missing the curb as he cuts off a cab right under the 7th Avenue street sign. He rolls down the passenger window and annoyingly hisses for me to get in.
"How did you know where I was?"
"I tracked your phone."
"You track my phone?"
"Yeah for situations like this. See how easily I was able to pick you up?"
I feel sick.
"Travis-"
"Elle, don't start," he shoots me a look as his knuckles tighten over the steering wheel.
I'm in too good a mood to ruin it at the moment so I sit back and cross my arms.
It's a silent ride home.
Travis lucks out and finds street parking not even a block from the apartment.
I'm just eager to get inside.
"Wait, I'm sorry!" He shuts the engine and reaches for me just as I open the car door.
"What?" I look back, shocked. I don't know if I've ever heard him apologize before.
"I know you've been wanting to talk and I think I know what it's about," he sighs. "I'm a jerk and I'll do better."
"Travis-"
"The phone thing is easy to turn off," he continues. "I've been an ass."
"No, Trav-"
He stops me with a kiss.
It comes out of nowhere.
He plants his mouth on mine... and I’m mad about it because Asher is no longer the last person I kissed.
He pulls back, leaving me stunned.
This is too much for one night.
Then he does it again.
I don't move and he stops.
Our eyes meet and he gives me this strange look. I mean, obviously. He kissed me and it's not like I reciprocated or anything. I literally did nothing. "Elle-"
I look away, feeling nothing.
He takes my hand.
Then in a total un-Travis-like fashion he apologizes some more. He goes on and on, but I only hear bits and pieces.
I find I don't really care what he has to say.
Wait, did he just say he missed me this weekend?
Who the hell is this guy?
Is really - actually, for the first time ever trying to fix things?
For the first time ever I truly don't care.
I shake my head and get out of the car without saying anything.
He runs after me.
I hear him, steps behind.
I'm so far ahead that I manage to get in the apartment and all the way into the bathroom.
"Elle lets talk about this!" he bangs on the door.Meanwhile all I can think about is how I'm a total hypocrite. What if he really was just a jerk and flirt but ultimately did nothing wrong?
And I kissed Asher.
I cheated.
I’m my own worst fear.
I splash cold water on my face and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I soon realize I've absentmindedly returned to touching my lips.
I should feel guilty, but I don't.
Crap.
This has been a long time coming, and besides, something terrible shouldn’t have felt so good.