Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“I don’t judge,” I tell her.
“That was the right answer,” she says.
We laugh together, and then Aurora takes out her phone and starts texting at rapid speed. Even with the alcohol making her clumsy, she’s faster than most people I know, her thumbs moving like lightning.
My heart flutters when I see his name.
Weston Wyatt.
His phone number is right there.
I stare at it, knowing it’s wrong, but unable to stop.
The numbers tattoo themselves into my mind. As a kid, Mom and I would often play memory games, and I got pretty good.
Not amazing, not like some prodigy or anything….
But good enough to remember a cell phone number.
I’m repeating the numbers in my mind, telling myself to stop, telling myself it doesn’t matter because I can’t ever text him.
What would I say?
I imagine typing out a text….
Hey, Weston, I just want you to know I think you’re really hot. But it’s more than that. I can imagine being your girlfriend… as in, a long-term girlfriend, and maybe we’ll get married one day — Yours, with love, your crazy secret stalker.
I almost laugh at the thought, but the humor of it doesn’t stop the phone number from registering in my mind.
When Aurora’s driver pulls up outside my apartment complex – the front area dirty and depressing – it’s firmly implanted in my memory.
A phone number I’ll never use.
“Thank you,” I say.
Aurora pulls me into a hug. “You’re always welcome. Let me know the days you’re working at the restaurant directly after interning for me. We can’t have you bussing it home with barely a few hours of sleep and then bussing it back. I’ll arrange a ride for you.”
I blink, sure I feel tears in my eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
After thanking her, I go up into mine and Natasha’s apartment.
Without letting myself think about it, I add Weston’s number to my phone contacts as I climb the stairs, knowing I can’t ever text him, call him or anything… knowing I could lose my job if Aurora ever found out.
I find Natasha in the living room.
She’s only two years younger than me at nineteen, but to me, she’ll always be my baby sister.
Tall and thin, with a mane of blonde hair and naturally gorgeous features, it breaks my heart every time we have an argument about plastic surgery.
We had another one a few nights ago, Natasha yelling at me that she wanted to feel pretty.
Once you have your own money, I told her, you can do what you want. Of course, I disagree with it, but it’s your choice. But I won’t pay for it, and we can’t afford it anyway.
She’s got the laptop open on the table – the one we’ve had for almost seven years since before Mom passed.
It shows an image results page and rows and rows of pictures.
They’re all of Weston’s broody expression, captivating smirk, and savage seriousness.
Natasha turns, grinning up at me. “Isn’t he hot?”
That’s another reason to let my desire fade.
My sister’s been crushing on him big time for a while.
“I don’t really see it,” I lie, dropping onto the couch next to her.
CHAPTER 3
Weston
Normally, I can run myself like a machine, lying in bed and letting my eyes fall closed, forcing myself to feel and see nothing other than the desire to rest and wake up and do it all again.
People might say it’s a coping mechanism, these comas I can put myself into.
If I think too deeply, I’ll inevitably return to thoughts of Maxwell.
Even though I’ve become good at pushing my twin brother away, Alice is an entirely different matter.
I replay the moment she walked into the sunny office.
Over and over, like a film reel, I see her hips shift, her shy smile, and her enticing gaze as though nerves were swelling in her.
My mind gets vivid as I rework the scene like I’m in the editing room….
I cut out Aurora, making it so Alice and I are alone.
Walking across the office, I fantasize about wrapping my arms around her, staring intensely into her eyes as my hands smooth down to her full ass.
I’m sure I can feel her curvy cheeks against my palm.
As my cock gets harder, the base aching and my tip bulging, the fantasizing becomes even more vivid. I taste Alice’s lips as I kiss her, hearing the muffled moan through the tightness in our mouths as I smooth my hand around to her front.
I can feel her skirt as I slip my hand beneath it, sliding down toward her pussy.
She whimpers as I slide into her underwear, getting closer to the heat of her sex, her wetness calling to me.
She’s soaked in my waking dream, drenched for me as I slide my finger over her clit and then into her, pushing deep and moving my fingers around, playing with her as the pleasure increases.