Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
To have a real connection with someone, with a boy who didn’t even know me but wanted to know everything, was an emotion I’d never experienced before.
I wanted to tell him everything, especially the effect he was having on me, and for a second, I’d thought about it. Except I realized I didn’t have to. He knew—he was feeling our deep connection too, making it a little easier to continue.
“I was by myself a lot. I’m still by myself a lot. More than I should be at my age.” I laughed even though I hated that fact.
My eyes were fixated on his hand that never left mine. In the dark, his rough fingers were so comforting resting over mine, and I wanted to turn my hand over to feel him.
When he reached over and lightly grazed the side of my cheek with his other hand, his fingers moved to tug on the ends of my hair that framed my face. His knuckles grazed my cheek, and I nervously licked my lips, peeking up at him through my lashes.
“It wasn’t you, Cinderella.”
I had no idea how much I needed to hear that from someone who actually saw me—who cared.
It’s not you.
It was never you.
You have a place in this world.
You matter.
You aren’t abandoned.
You’re a light in the darkness.
You belong.
He conveyed that in four simple words.
Slowly, he kissed away my tears until his lips were near my mouth.
It was the craziest sensation in all my life. He kissed me again. Except for this time…
It felt like we were breathing each other in.
Van
I held her hand.
I kissed her lips.
I listened to everything that came out of her mouth as if she was telling me the world’s biggest secrets.
I hadn’t tried to cop a feel or get into her pants. I didn’t so much as try to get her to make out with me. Being around her was enough. It was all I wanted. To be with someone, to really be with them on a level other than physical, was something I’d never experienced before. Something I never had, and I didn’t want it.
The bullshit.
The emotions.
The ups and downs.
Yet there I was, officially pussy-whipped with absolutely no pussy and sporting the worst case of blue balls known to man. I’d hung out with a couple of girls, trying to forget about Tru to no avail. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and anytime a girl attempted to kiss me, I instantly turned my face.
She was the deepest connection I’d ever had with anyone in all my life. I didn’t understand any of it. The need to be around this girl was throwing me off-kilter. I thought about her constantly—the next time I would see her, talk to her, hold her…
The list was endless.
Our connection was easy. We didn’t have to work at it. It wasn’t a burden or a struggle to be with her like it sometimes was with other chicks. I used to get bored the minute the sex stopped and was moving on to the next.
Not with Tru, though. I wanted more. Our dynamic flowed seamlessly, our conversations, our chemistry, our friendship. Another thing that was new to me was being friends with a girl I was hanging out with. I never cared to get to know them. They were a means to an end.
It was simple.
Now I was in a dynamic I couldn’t get enough of. One of the things I adored the most about her was the subtle looks she would give me when she didn’t think I was looking.
She came into my life like a breath of fresh air, and I breathed her in like a man who was suddenly on death row. Unable to fight against her pull. Every time I was with her, I was lost in us. I never expected to fall for her. I wasn’t even looking for anyone, but there she was, this girl with such a force, such a drive. It was so fucking powerful that I never stood a chance.
Every time I told myself that today was going to be the time when I’d make my big move, and we’d get past this PG shit, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She wasn’t just another chick I could nail.
It wasn’t about getting laid.
At least not with her.
“Do you believe me?”
“You haven’t given me a reason not to.”
“Good.” She smiled, and it lit up her entire face.
For the next hour, we talked about nothing in particular.
I watched the way her lips moved.
The way her hair blew in the wind, framing her face.
The way she laughed with her whole body, feeling it deep in my bones.
I especially watched the way she looked at me as I swept her hair away from her face. She didn’t say a word, but her eyes spoke for her. The way she affected my mind and heart was terrifying, but it was so real.