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 shoulds, however, do not prevent heartbreak, do they?
What if?
I should?
I could have.
Yeah, all a complete waste of time, because when you’re in the moment, you’re truly there and I was there, feeling her all around me.
Chloe lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it to the ground, she’s wearing a neon green bra that makes her tits look huge and I’m not sure if it’s on purpose like one of those distractions before certain death, but I touch anyway.
I grab her tits through her bra and sigh, then slide my hands up her neck and jerk her down toward me. “I think there’s been some sort of miscommunication.”
Her eyes are hazy. “What?”
I smiled. “Just because I like SpongeBob and think Star Wars should always exist… does not, for one second mean—I can’t do this.”
I slam my mouth against hers with perfect precision and flick off her bra with my other hand.
She shudders beneath my touch and breaks away from me. “It’s always the nerds.”
“I’m not a nerd, I just have an actual brain.”
“So hot.”
“Brains are hot.” I agree and capture her mouth again, her hands move to my jeans, she unbuttons them and slides a few fingers down.
“Whoa.”
I tug on her hair with one hand. “Don’t be afraid of large things…”
“But do you know how to use the large thing?” She challenges.
I look around the auditorium. “Are we going to get arrested if I try?”
“It’s a local hook up spot,” she explains, still palming me. “And something tells me we aren’t going to need a lot of time.”
“Is this the part where you confess that you never do this?”
Her face falls a bit. “I actually don’t ever do this but thought…” Something changes in her gaze. “There’s a first time for everything.”
“First time.” I repeat, suddenly losing a bit of the heat between us. “No, no, no, no, not in a dirty movie theater that probably has ghosts and—“
“—Not for that.” She starts moving her hand up and down. “My first time hooking up with a complete stranger.”
“It was the scream when I fell that did it, wasn’t it?” I groan and mutter out a curse. “Are you wanting sex or are you just planning on jerking me off while I try to have a completely normal conversation about—death—wait, no, that was oh shit… wrong, so wrong.” I start pumping my hips. “Seriously, you can’t just—no, you can, you definitely can. I agree to all of this, consent and all that, God promise me you really are eighteen, what am I even saying, I need to stop talking and, oh shit, you don’t even know my favorite color!”
She bursts out laughing and leans her head against my neck, pressing her lips to my pulse. “You talk a lot when you’re turned on, you talk a lot in general.”
“One of my finer qualities.” My head falls back against the chair a bit. It feels so good, her small hand wrapped around me, gripping me so hard that it almost hurts.
“I like you,” she whispers. “And sometimes, all we have is right now.”
Cryptic, a bit deep for this moment, but I go with it because I don’t even know what words are right now.
When she pulls back, I kiss her again, our tongues are a tangled eager mess, my hands keep going from her hair to her breasts while our mouths fuse like we’re afraid to breathe on our own.
I’m close… so close… she suddenly moves to the ground and tugs my jeans down further and lowers to her knees, her swollen lips latch onto my dick and I’m gone I grip the armrests and groan then explode into her mouth at about the same time Singing in The Rain starts to play.
Fuck.
Chapter Four
Chloe
I cannot believe I’m doing this.
My sister always told me to play it cool when it came to dates and after the news I got today I just lost it, completely, and he was so happy and fun, and after graduation everything has just been shit.
I wanted to pick something—someone for myself—live life outside the bubble I’ve been put in. And the shadow she constantly held me under.
I didn’t exactly plan on said bubble exploding so hard and fast, then again, I really didn’t plan on meeting Quinn.
He’s so cute I want to cry and he isn’t shoving himself in my face—the guy literally offered to buy me an ice cream cone because, I’m assuming, he thought I wasn’t having a good time or was uncomfortable when really I wanted to jump him. Adrenaline spiked and now I know what a good random one night with a guy tastes like.
Quinn.
I wipe my lips.
He stares down at me with hooded eyes, like he’s in some sort of hypnotic state. “Well, that was not what I had planned when you wanted to watch Statham.”