Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
But he wasn’t.
Which.. is that normal guy behavior?
There is no way he’s waiting for a deeper connection, is there? Is Brodie a sapiosexual? Could that be the case?
I roll this idea around in my brain. Do an internet search on sapiosexual, biting my bottom lip, deep in thought as I stare at the screen on my phone, educating myself about it.
The idea sends a shiver down my spine, filling me with a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty: could it be possible that Brodie was more interested in my mind than my body?
It would certainly explain why he hasn't made any moves on me yet, despite the fun we’ve been having and the chemistry between us.
I replay our conversations in my mind, searching for clues that would confirm my theory.
Brodie has had no problem engaging in deep, meaningful discussions with me, even if we were doing it while playing a cheesy board game. And was I hallucinating or did his eyes light up with enthusiasm when I told him about the best gift I’ve ever received, my favorite childhood memory, and what I want to do with my life once I’m done with school.
It was as if he was drawn to my intellect, captivated by the way my mind worked?
Or no?
Guh!!!
I pause, listening in the dark for any signs of the squirrel, and continue my reading when I hear nothing but absolute silence.
“Then again, maybe I was just reading too much into things. Maybe Brodie is simply taking things slow?” I muse out loud, which feels absurd, the sound of my own voice for only my squirrel nemesis to hear.
“If he and I start dating,” I shout to the lurker in the wall. “You’re in deep shit!”
What if he’s just respecting my boundaries and waiting for me to make the first move? What if he wants me to say, “Brodie, just go for it? What the hell are you waiting for, stick it in already?”
Real talk: he would die from embarrassment.
As I mull over all the possibilities, I yawn, finally tired.
Can’t help feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest.
And my boobs.
And my vajayjay.
The idea that Brodie might be attracted to me for more than just my looks is both thrilling and terrifying. I mean, think about it! Do you know how rare that is on a college campus?
Brodie is like, a unicorn.
I found me a unicorn.
Convinced that our connection runs deeper than the puddle I earlier imagined it to be, I hunker down beneath my covers, squeezing my eyes shut. Focus on sleeping.
With a newfound sense of confidence that I’ve cracked the code, I drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile on my lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BRODIE
“Dude, do you have a second?”
I turn my head to see Sully skulking nearby, towel wrapped around his waist and one slung around his shoulders.
We'd just finished a grueling workout on the ice, and now? Now we’re unwinding in the locker room. I take my time undressing, removing all my pads and gear and sweat soaked clothes, jonesing to take a hot shower and climb into one of the facility’s soaking tubs.
I can almost taste it.
I almost manage to escape but am too slow. Sully stops in front of me.
“Nice footwork,” he compliments me, towel around his narrow hips hanging on for dear life.
“Thanks,” I grunt, grabbing a towel of my own. Or three for good measure, almost able to stand—if it weren’t for my roommate propping his leg up on the bench I’m currently sitting on, his cock and balls on full display.
“Dude.” I shield my eyes, feigning horror. “Put the mouse back in the house.”
Jesus.
"So.” He pauses dramatically. “You and, uh, Lizzy seem to be getting pretty cozy lately," he remarks casually, gripping the towel slung over his shoulder with both hands as he leans closer to me on the bench so he doesn’t have to speak in a louder tone.
I feel a flicker of unease stir in the pit of my stomach at the mention of Lizzy's name.
Is he still interested in her?
Is that what he’s about to tell me?
Don’t be stupid. If he wanted to make another play for her, he would have made it impossible for you to hang out with her.
Stop jumping to conclusions.
"Yeah, we've been hanging out a lot," I reply as nonchalantly as I can muster, trying to keep my tone casual despite the butterflies fluttering in my chest. "She's cool."
Cool?
She’d kill me if she heard me calling her “cool” in that tone of voice.
Sully raises an eyebrow. "Cool, huh?" he echoes.
“Yeah. Cool.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes at myself, inwardly cringing.
“I shouldn’t be telling you this…” Sully’s oblivious to my discomfort having his junk so close to my fucking face.
He simply does not give a shit.
“Yet here you are about to tell me.”