Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
The rain outside continues to pour down like a soundtrack to my mood. I try not to think back to that day it rained and I lost my virginity to Trev. I don’t want to taint those memories with this pain and sadness.
My phone rings on my bed beside me, but I don’t want to talk to anyone. I ignore it and continue to sob. However, it stops ringing and starts up again.
I answer the stupid thing before my daddy hears it and comes to take it. When I look at the screen, I see it’s Trev. I jump up and rush into my closet to sit at the bottom of it to answer.
“Hello,” I whisper.
“Hey, darlin’. I’m by the gazebo. Can you come out?”
My heart races. I thought he was done with me. Without thinking, I nod as if he can see me.
I need to talk to him. I can climb out the window and get there. Realizing he can’t see me, I whisper into the phone.
“Okay, give me ten minutes.”
The gazebo is behind the stables. Not close enough to the house for us to be seen, but close enough for me to get there quickly. I end the call and climb out of the closet, tugging a hoodie out to throw on.
Rushing to the window, I then push it up. A sigh of relief passes my lips when it goes up without making a loud sound. I poke my head out and look both ways before I duck back in and start to climb out.
The rain soaks me through the moment I step out into it. I don’t allow that to deter me. Instead, I race toward the gazebo. As I bend the corner and it comes into view, so does Trev.
He stands in a gray sweatshirt and blue jeans. When he sees me coming, he takes off his baseball cap and shoves it in his back pocket. I can see from here that his blond locks still got wet despite the cap.
I slow my pace as I get about two feet away from the steps. I climb the stairs and stand before Trevor, my head down as I knit my brows. He reaches for my hand and rubs his thumb back and forth across my knuckles, causing me to glance up at him.
“I shouldn’t be here, but I needed to talk to you,” he starts.
“Yeah, I figured.”
“Look at me, Lynn,” he says sharply. “What was that? What happened?”
“You’re blaming me? How could you tell him we’re done?”
“I told him that so… No, wait. You answer me first. Why does your daddy think I’m seeing someone else?”
“I might have told him that to throw him off while we were in Paris.”
He curses under his breath and sighs. “Lynn,” he groans.
“I know. I’m sorry. I know it looks bad, but fixing it would have made things worse.”
“How?” He bites out. “How could it get much worse than this? Your daddy hates me and believes I’m someone I’m not.”
“What difference does it make? You abandoned me. You told him we’re done,” I shout at him.
Done with the conversation and feeling the cold biting at my damp skin, I turn and storm off the gazebo to go back home. I feel him hot on my heels, but I don’t stop even as he barks my name. Not until he grasps my arm and turns me to face him.
“I would never abandon you,” he says tightly before crushing his lips to mine.
He kisses me passionately as he presses my body into his. I reach to wrap my arms around his neck, placing the fingers of my right hand into his soaked hair.
“There’s only one way to fix this now,” he breathes against my lips once he breaks the kiss. “Marry me, Lynn. Be my wife.”
A gasp floats from my lips as I look up into his eyes. His long lashes have drops of rain clinging to them. However, I don’t doubt the sincerity I see in them.
“Trevor, what?”
He palms my face and kisses me tenderly. “I said marry me. Your daddy wants to see you safe and secure. Be my wife. Let me show him I’m serious about you.”
My mind races and my thoughts get all jumbled up. He can’t be serious. My daddy would kill us. I’m not ready to get married. I’m only eighteen.
“I just graduated high school. I’m about to take off to start a career as a singer. We’d be doomed before we even started.”
“But we wouldn’t be forced to be a part. In a year, we can start our life together. I’ll have our house built by then. And—”
“And what about you finishing school? Slow down, Trev. We can’t allow him to force us into anything rash. Besides, now, it’s really starting to feel like he’s right.”
“What do you mean?”