Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“You’ll feel better once you take the pills.” He reaches over and gets the water and the pills. I get up and have to fall back down on the bed ’cause my head spins. I wait a couple of seconds and then get back up. He hands me the water bottle and the pills. I sit up and swallow down the pills.
I keep drinking the rest of the bottle. My tongue feeling like shit. “Thank you.” I smile at him. “I need to brush my teeth.” I slowly roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I feel slightly human, and I look down to see that I’m wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I walk back out and see him standing up and looking out the little window I have in my room. “I swear I still taste tequila.” I walk into the closet to get my robe and then come out and see he is still looking out the window. “Evan?” I say his name, and he turns around, and I finally see his face. “What’s wrong?” I say to him my hangover now not even bothering me while my heart starts speeding up.
“I can’t do this,” he tells me, and I have this sudden pain in my chest. I suddenly don’t think I can breathe.
“What?” I say, and my hand goes to my chest.
“I can’t be in a relationship with you when you are still pining for your ex.” He says the words, and I just try to make them register while he continues. “It started as a joke, and I get it.” He shakes his head, and I take him in. He’s dressed in black jeans and a plain black T-shirt. He is wearing his boots, and I shake my head. He was waiting for me to wake up before he left. “But it’s not a game to me anymore.”
I hold up my hand now to stop him from talking. “Just a second.” I swallow down. “What do you mean pining for my ex?”
“I saw you,” he says. “The way you reacted.”
“The way I reacted?” I’m repeating everything he’s saying, trying to make sense of it.
“You haven’t once led on that you wanted to have sex with me until you were drunk,” he says, and I hear the hurt in his voice.
“You think I got drunk because of my ex?” I ask him the question, and he just looks at me. “You think I only want to sleep with you because of Ed?”
“Well, look at it this way. You are totally fine, and then the minute you see him, you get shitfaced.” His voice tight.
“Do you know why I took those shots?” I ask him, and I don’t wait for him to answer me. “I took those shots because I finally realized that I’m in love with you.” I’m angry now, and I don’t wait for him to say anything. I just continue.
“I kind of thought I liked you,” I tell him, “but then yesterday, it hit me. Like a cement truck.” I lay it all out for him. “I was standing there with my niece, and I saw you, and my heart, I don’t know, it got full,” I tell him. “Then I went back into the lodge, and I saw my mother look at my father, and then it just was there. I was holding my breath the whole game while drinking wine, I might add.” I throw my hands up. “I was getting the courage to tell you how I was feeling.”
“Beautiful,” he says to me, and I shake my head while a tear falls out, and I wipe it away so fast you would get whiplash.
“I watched the hockey game last night,” I tell him, walking now back and forth in front of him in the middle of the room, “The whole game. I was actually cheering for hockey,” I tell him. “I don’t like hockey, Evan.” I shout the last part. “But I did it because I love you.”
“You love me?” he whispers.
“I do,” I finally tell him. “I thought I loved Ed, I really did, but it’s nothing.” I shake my head. “It’s nothing like what I feel when I’m with you.” His eyes don’t move from mine. “I won’t get over this,” I tell him softly. “I know what everyone was saying now.” I throw my hands up. “I get it, that feeling like you can’t breathe when you’re not together. Or the missing them so much your heart aches. The whole my stomach is sick from not touching you. It all makes sense.”
“You love me?” he whispers again, and I just shake my head.
“Yeah, jackass, I love you.” I’m still aggravated. “That is why I got drunk.”
“So it wasn’t because you were doubting us?” he asks me, and I swear men are dumb sometimes. Most times, generally all the time.