Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“I’m just kidding,” I say with a laugh, reaching up and poking his hard stomach with my fingertip. “Yes, Shane, I would love to go on a date with you in public.”
“You brat.” With one hand holding himself up, his other reaches between us and tickles my side, making me bark out a laugh. “Keep that shit up, and I’m going to lock you up in here and never let you go.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, pulling his face down to mine. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
I wrap my legs around his torso, and because we’re both naked, he slides right in, both of us groaning in unison.
“A promise,” he says against my lips as he slides in and out of me. “Definitely a promise.”
“Is that your stomach grumbling?”
Shane rolls me onto my back and glances down at me with a frown while I blink several times, attempting to wake up.
“Well …” Before I can finish, my stomach grumbles again, and I giggle. “We never ate last night,” I point out.
“Jesus.” He frowns. “I’ve only been a boyfriend for like a day, and I’m already sucking at this.”
“Oh my God, stop,” I say with a laugh, pulling his face down to mine for a chaste kiss. “You do not suck. Besides, the amazing orgasms you gave me last night more than made up for you not feeding me.”
“It was good sex,” he agrees, peppering kisses along my jawline.
When my stomach growls loudly, we both laugh.
“That’s it,” he says. “Jump in the shower, and I’ll make us breakfast before you wither away.”
I roll onto my stomach, torn between wanting to remain in his comfy bed and getting out of it so I can eat.
“Now,” he demands, playfully smacking my ass.
“Fine.” I groan, crawling to the edge and rolling off. “But how about instead of cooking, you shower with me, and then we can go out?”
I waggle my brows, and Shane smirks. “I like the way you think.”
After our shower and the two orgasms he gave me while in there, we get dressed—me in my jeans from yesterday and a shirt of Shane’s he lent me since I hadn’t planned on spending the night and have no clothes—and then head out.
Since we’re both starved, we head to Sunny Side Up Café to get something to eat, agreeing to stop at my place afterward so I can change.
I usually work on Saturdays, but Scott canceled all my appointments until Tuesday when he realized he scheduled me on the anniversary of Brandon’s and Brenna’s deaths.
“I was thinking,” Shane begins, but before he can finish his thought, he’s caught off guard by the sound of my mom’s voice.
When we look over, we find her and my dad sitting at a booth.
“Kinsley,” Mom coos, standing and hugging me. “I’m so happy to see you. You look … radiant.”
In other words, she’s shocked and thrilled to see that I’m not drowning in the darkness. When she texted me yesterday, asking if I was okay, I told her I was at Shane’s so she wouldn’t worry. All I got back was a blushing emoji.
“I look like I haven’t changed my clothes since yesterday,” I mutter, making her laugh.
“Shane,” Dad says, sliding out of the booth and giving him a handshake. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too,” Shane says.
“What are you two up to today?” Mom asks.
“First, I need to feed this one,” Shane tells her with a laugh as he pulls me into his side and kisses my temple. “Apparently, we forgot to eat last night and …” At the insinuation of us being too busy to eat, Shane’s eyes go wide, and his face—what’s not hidden under his facial hair—heats up in an adorable shade of pink, making my mom giggle and my dad snort out a laugh.
“What I mean is …” he stammers.
“We’re hungry,” I finish.
“Why don’t you join us?” Mom suggests. “We only just sat down.”
I glance at Shane, unsure if he’s okay with that, but without looking at me, he slides into the booth across from my parents and pulls me down next to him.
“Where’s Taylor?” Mom asks after the waitress takes our drink order.
“At a cheer competition,” I tell her. “Look how pretty she looks!”
I pull out my phone and click on the picture she sent me this morning, then turn it around to show my mom.
“Aww, I love it,” Mom says.
“She sent you that?” Shane asks, glancing at the picture. “What the heck? She hasn’t even texted me this morning,” he grumbles. “What am I, chopped liver?”
“I’m sure she’s going to text you,” I tell him.
Just as he pulls his phone out, it dings with an incoming text.
I look over and see a text from her, letting him know she’ll be cheering all day and to wish her luck and she’ll FaceTime him later.