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)
I think not.
I sit up a bit, her hand rests on mine still and I’m trying like hell to focus on the fact that Statham just nosedived off a cliff in a fiery blur only to somehow manage to roll out of it and keep walking.
She releases my hands and I breathe a sigh of relief that I didn’t just die by way of attacking her with my mouth, knocking a tooth out in all my anticipation and choking to death on it.
I’m safe, right?
Totally safe.
Statham makes a badass move on TV, something that really shouldn’t be possible in real life, you know like jumping through a car window only to drive the car and crash it only to be able to walk away with a scrap of dust on his chin.
I try to relax even though I’m staring at her hand, the same hand that’s returned back to the arm rest.
I may as well be wearing a sign that says, can I hold it again?
I shake my head at myself and finally just go for it. I reach for her hand and this time I keep it in my lap. She jolts a bit, then smiles to herself and keeps watching the movie.
I smile back and reach for the candy, everything is going as smooth as possible until a really explicit sex scene pops up on the screen, oh shit he’s taking off her clothes.
Bra. I see a red bra.
I clear my throat and try like hell not to squeeze her hand tighter. Damn, Statham has some moves.
Chloe crosses her legs and leans back.
I’m sweating all over again but mainly because it’s a seriously sexy scene and I’m next to this gorgeous girl and I sure as hell remember being accidentally between her thighs.
I clear my throat again.
She suddenly snatches the Milk Duds and her purse, then elbows me. “Want to get out of here?”
Oh shit, she’s offended by the sex scene. I picked a good girl. That’s fair. I nod. “Sure, let’s go get ice cream or something.”
What the shit? Did I just offer to treat her to ice cream? Something is seriously wrong with me. We pass Ambrose and of course they’re making out, so they don’t even notice us walk by.
I’m at least still holding her hand, just bummed that our night’s going to be over real soon. We walk out into the lobby; I start making my way toward the door with her next to me when she puts the Milk Duds into her purse, then tugs me down a separate hall in the opposite direction of the actual exit.
I mean, maybe they have two exits? It is Seaside.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
She knocks twice on one of the doors that looks like it’s seen better days, in fact, the entire hallway looks semi-abandoned. It’s still part of the movie theater but I think an older part. I’ve never seen it before, for the most part I always thought this section was closed off, unless I’m imagining things.
She turns the knob of the door.
Hah perfect and she thought I was the serial killer, goodbye Ambrose, burn the box! Always burn the box.
The door opens, it’s musty, but it’s a smaller theater with an old black and white film playing on the screen, literally nobody is in there… okay, sorta creepy but nice and private and oh shit.
She shoves me down onto a cushy red chair in the back row, then straddles me. “I hope this is okay.”
I have no words.
She drops her purse into the chair next to us and leans in. “Sorry, I just felt like we should skip a few steps since I know you were literally ready to bone the Milk Duds back there the minute you saw a bra.”
“Am I that transparent?”
She smirks. “You’re a guy.”
“Literally in my head thought to myself, it’s okay to be horny and whoa, whoa…” I hold up my hands and accidentally graze the front of her shirt. Nipple, that was definitely nipple action. “You didn’t even buy me dinner.”
“Right.” She licks her full lips. “But I figured dessert should be eaten first, plus we’re high school graduates, right? Why not have a little fun in an abandoned theater before we spend an insane amount of money on college only to get a job that will work us to death and never pay us enough to pay off student loans?”
I nod. “Well, when you so romantically put it that way.” I pull her closer, damn I’m so hard already, the zipper on my jeans actually hurts me. “What did you have in mind? Because I’m already taking a gap year so I’m up for anything.”
This will, in my memory, always go down as the one time I should have known something was off, I should have compared and read into things more. She seemed so eager and excited, like life was ending for her, like she only had today. I should have listened. She shouldn’t have lied.