Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
He looked at her and smirked, and she knew that expression on his face. She’d seen it countless times recently.
His collar was unbuttoned, his tie wrapped haphazardly around his neck. He reached out and placed his hand on her thigh. “You look pretty in that graduation cap and gown.”
Now it was her turn to snort.
He inched his hand slowly up her thigh.
Placing her hand over his, she stopped his ascent. “You excited about coming to the cottage?” she asked, changing the subject, diverting what he planned on doing, she hoped.
He smirked again. “I’m excited about skinny dipping in the lake.”
She rolled her eyes.
“When are we leaving tomorrow?”
“First thing in the morning,” Chloe said and gently moved his hand off her thigh when she felt him inch it up a little more.
Clearly, he didn’t take the hint as he leaned close, his warm, minty breath brushing against her neck. “I can’t wait until we get to the cottage, Chloe. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. Us all alone, staying under the same roof. I can sneak into your room at night.”
“Yeah, probably not gonna be doing any of that.” She chuckled.
Over the two years they’d been together, Chloe had successfully maintained a “no sex” rule. Despite Jake's adamant speech about how they should express their feelings for each other in a physical way, he’d respected her decision and didn’t press her on it.
Or at least he hadn’t. He’d slowly started becoming more adamant, more aggressive in his needs, in wanting to be with her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have sex with Jake, or in general, but she just felt like waiting was the best thing to do at this time in her life. She couldn’t place her finger on why she needed to keep that part of herself to, well, herself, but it was so strong that she just kept telling him she wasn’t ready.
She knew she was probably one of the only virgins in her school. Hell, most of her friends were so experienced in the sex department they could make a porn star raise an eyebrow.
You wouldn’t guess it by looking at the private school she went to, though. The students who attended Hawthorne Prep came from prestigious families, had wealthy backgrounds, and although you’d assume the majority of the students were conservative, the truth was, they were freaky as hell.
He groaned as he kissed and licked at her neck, and she glanced toward her house.
“Jake, my parents could open the front door and see us.”
“Let them,” he moaned. “I’m so hard for you right now, Chloe.” Jake continued to whisper against her neck, his hand now pressed against her inner thigh.
And still she felt nothing, not the tingle of arousal, not the desire to give in.
Chloe pushed him away and he didn’t force anymore, but the look on his face told her he was frustrated.
“What the fuck, Chloe?” He curled his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. “You’re always turning me down.” He looked at her. “Don’t you want me?”
“I’m not getting into this with you right now, Jake.”
“Fuck this,” he growled out. His anger was tangible, fueled by impatience.
She exhaled, feeling frustrated and so damn tired. “I just want to wait. I don’t want to feel pressured into this. And I don’t want my first time to be—”
“Chloe, honey, are you two coming in?” Her mother shouted from the front door and she looked out the passenger side window. Her mother waved at her and Jake.
For once, she said a silent thanks to whoever was listening for letting her mother butt in at just the right time. It saved Chloe from having to be forceful in stopping this, which would in turn probably have them getting into a low-key fight.
Chloe turned to look at Jake, smiling, and seeing the frustration on his face once again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before climbing out. She didn’t want to start another argument over how he thought they were past time in being together physically.
He’d either learn to accept her decision, or she’d have to come to some decisions on the fate of her and Jake.
3
By the time they pulled into Aunt Clara and Uncle Dominic’s driveway, the sun was high above them, a promise of how hot it was outside of the air-conditioned car. It was only the end of May, but already the heat was steadily climbing.
Her father pulled around the wraparound driveway, and when he stopped the car in front of the porch that led to the front door, everyone climbed out.
The car ride had been a grueling five hours, and despite the fact that Chloe should have been used to the trip, her body ached.
Before they even reached the front door, it opened, and Aunt Clara rushed outside, a wide smile on her face, although it looked a little forced.