Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Well, might need to do a character interview later to make sure we’re compatible, do a few tests and—“
She pulls me down for another kiss and I’m done. I reach for the bottom of her shirt, then jerk it off her head. I waste no time in undoing her bra or reaching for her jean shorts and tugging them down with her underwear. I am not a lazy lover, that’s for sure.
She moans into my mouth. Yup, this is happening.
I have no condom, though.
I try to pull away to tell her that, when she shoves my pants down and grips me, shit, oh shit.
I nearly pass out. She’s aggressive, more aggressive than before, maybe because we’re familiar with each other?
I give into it.
Into her grip, into her guidance, into the way she rubs my tip with her thumb, the way she tries to shove me inside her. I have no clue what’s going on other than we’re having sex and it’s unprotected and I want to say something. Later, I know I’ll regret this.
I know.
I just know.
But it feels so good.
I don’t say stop.
I don’t pause anything.
I give in, because I like her, because I think she might be my person.
So when I’m sinking between her thighs and slowing my movements and kissing her, all I think about is how wonderful it’s going to be—to hopefully keep this angel forever, not realizing—I might be sleeping with the devil—no that’s not even right. Not the devil… my sadness, my utter destruction. All because I fell in more ways than one .
Chapter Twelve
Chloe
He feels amazing.
I feel amazing.
I try not to overthink it because he was mine first, not hers, she stole him, she stole a moment and now he’s mine again, he never has to know, right?
His hips move perfectly, the way he holds mine with both hands then kisses me slowly is like a drug, one I want to be on for an eternity. I feel both safe and screwed which is a weird thing to even think about as he slowly thrusts deeper and deeper, my legs shake a bit while I cling to his neck and back with my hands, his sweat presses through my fingertips as he continues to kiss my neck. I wipe away everything he did with my sister and know he’s mine, mine. No way did he act this way with her, this precious.
His mouth opens against my collarbone, biting down before he makes his way back up to my lips, capturing them with heat and tongue. Yes. This was what I wanted, what I was waiting for. His muscles flex beneath my fingertips, I grip harder and pull him closer. God, he’s so deep it almost hurts.
He pulls back, his expression unreadable as he looks down at me, brows furrowing. “This is different.”
“What?” I almost moan it. I wonder why I can’t keep any emotion in when I’m with him, why I feel weak but brave at the same time.
“Better.” He leans down, his mouth latches onto mine again before answering. “So good. I just, damn…” He makes a noise in the back of his throat. “I’m too close, Chloe, I’m so sorry.”
“Go.” It’s all I have to say when my entire body spasms and he collapses on top of me.
Out of breath, he just lays there, suffocating me until he leans up on his elbows and looks down at me and grins. “Where did you come from again?”
“A canoe.” I laugh. “And where did you come from again?”
He presses a kiss to my lips. “The sky.”
“You were falling.”
“Maybe,” he kisses me again and again, three times across the mouth. “I was destined to fall.”
I say nothing.
But the guilt of the knowledge builds until I want to puke.
Instead, I hold him close like that’s going to make things better.
And I hope that it actually will.
Chapter Thirteen
Quinn
It was different.
It was more emotional, more perfect if I can even say that word anymore because she literally here in my arms feels so right, from her soft skin to the way that she fits right next to my body. I want to tell her not to go home, to stay in my room and watch movies forever.
Creepy, yes, but I’m borderline obsessed with this girl. Maybe that’s what happens when you find your person and someone who makes you smile rather than cry. I’m so damn tired of being disappointed and upset over a relationship, hell I was ready to quit even dating before I fell into her lap, but now I have hope that the universe isn’t completely against me.
I fall back against the bed, she’s quiet next to me, I don’t have the energy to move and I honestly don’t want to. My grip on her is stronger than it should be, tighter.
All I keep thinking is, finally, finally something for me, someone for me, is that so wrong? To be excited that I have a person in my arms I don’t have to fight someone else for? Someone I genuinely like… could potentially love.