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)
Saunters is more like it.
Damn, he’s so good looking.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the bed, then shrugs out of his jeans and briefs. He’s naked, walking toward me, and then pulling my shirt over my head, my shorts to the ground, peeling my socks from my feet, and then unstrapping my bra before walking past me and turning on the shower.
He tests the water and turns around, holding out his hand. “Come on.”
I smile and follow him into the water. It’s cleansing as it washes down my face and body. We’re both quiet as we shower together. I think we’ve both spoken enough words for the next hour.
He leans down and starts cleaning my feet, then silently stands and starts washing his hair while I wash mine—it’s like it’s normal for us to shower together and it does feel that way except for the fact that I want to cling to him.
“It’s easier,” he says after he rinses the soap out.
I frown. “What is?”
“Crying in the shower, nobody can see your tears.”
“But I’ll know.”
“I won’t tell anyone.” Quinn grabs me by the arm and pulls me against him. I burst into tears immediately. “I’m not leaving your side, all right? But I do have one question…”
I cling to him, my arms almost hurting from holding him so tight.
“You’re sure you’re just a twin, not a triplet, right? Like no more surprises?”
My tears soon turn to laughter. “I needed that.”
“Dude, I’m serious, I’ve already aged like ten years in two days.” He pulls back and tilts my chin toward him. “Just you and Sophie?”
“Just us.” I press a kiss to his mouth. “Just me and you, no surprises.”
“Good.” He deepens the kiss, then slowly presses me back against the shower wall, I hook a leg around him, while he lifts me onto his hips sliding into me so easy it’s almost embarrassing.
With slow thrusts and the steam from the shower billowing around us, I cling to him. I smile.
And I know that Quinn is mine, just like I’m his.
I know this feels good.
I know he’ll stay by my side.
His mouth finds my neck and grabs hold as he peppers kisses all up and down my skin. I’m there before I can say anything, but I don’t need to as I feel his release as if it’s my own.
He keeps me pinned there and stares into my eyes. “PS, I love you.”
“You love me?”
“I love you,” he says it again. “And it’s okay if you don’t love me yet, but all it took was thinking you were gone to realize that I would do anything to have you by my side.”
My eyes fill with more tears. “I love you too.” I hug him tight as he gently pulls out of me. “But why the PS?”
He smiles like he has a secret. “You’ll see.”
Later that night, after eating, we fall asleep watching TV, his head’s in my lap, and he refuses to let go of my hand.
I start to move to grab him a blanket when he wakes up and sits up, then stands. “Let’s go to bed.”
I follow him into the room and change into a pair of sweats.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.
“Oh!” Suddenly embarrassed, I point at the door. “I’ll just go in the other bed, sorry I’m confused—”
He bursts out laughing. “Um, no, you’re not going anywhere, I’m just curious why you’re putting on clothes when I’m just going to be taking them off? That’s a whole lot of work for someone to do at midnight. Take it easy on me, I’m fragile.”
I roll my eyes. “My ass.”
“Yes.” He points. “That ass is mine, so take off those sweats and hop into bed so I can make you forget about being sad, I know at least in this moment I can do that.”
My heart feels lighter. “With your dick?”
“See! You can already make jokes.” He sobers. “It’s okay to have moments of sadness with happiness in between, remember, we just go with what we know and what I know right now is I really want to hold you even if I can’t have sex with you, and I really, love you.”
I start taking off my clothes, and crawl into the massive bed and immediately straddle him, then lean down, grip his hands pressing them against the pillow, our tongues meet in a mash up of tenderness and desire, he tastes like the red wine we were drinking.
His body’s warm and hard beneath me. I rock my hips after settling on him, and it’s all over so fast, maybe because we’re both exhausted, but when I collapse next to him, he pulls me into his arms and just keeps me there.
I smile and rest against him, then whisper, “PS, I love you too.”