Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
My back crashes against the mattress as Knight comes down over me, barely bothering to hold up his own weight as he keeps me pinned. “Holy fuck, Morticia. You scared the shit out of me.”
“I know,” I laugh, reaching up to birth my face through the hole in the hoodie. “Wasn’t it great?”
He shakes his head. “Not even a little bit.”
He rolls off me, his hand braced against his racing heart, and I immediately climb on top of him, my knees straddling his hips as the hood falls back. “Oh, looks like I’m going to have to make it up to you,” I say, my eyes blazing as I meet his. “Luckily I’ve got a few tricks you haven’t discovered yet.”
His brow arches, and I immediately begin scooching down the bed before showing him exactly how to turn me into the super soaker 3000.
An hour later, we’re snuggled in bed, both of us completely exhausted, when Knight glances at the time. “I have to get ready for my shift.”
“You really have to go?” I question, grinning at him, more than ready to use his own words against him. “You can’t just call in and tell your boss that you have the flu?”
He laughs. “If I thought for even a second that would work, then I’d do it in a heartbeat,” he tells me as he rolls out of bed and walks that perfect, naked ass across the room. “You heading out today?”
“Ummm . . . maybe,” I say, having thought of potentially getting a new tattoo. It’s always worked as a good stress reliever for me, but I haven’t quite made up my mind yet. “I need to call Iz after yesterday. She’s probably been freaking out all night, which is totally a dick move. I should have spoken to her yesterday.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he says, agreeing with me, pulling those black tactical pants that I love up those toned thighs and hiding the goods beneath. “You know you can stay here if you want. There’s no reason to leave, but I get it if you don’t want to be alone here anymore.”
“Okay. I might stay for a bit. Not really sure. It’s comforting knowing you’re here if something were to happen.”
“Of course,” he says, striding over to me and lifting my chin before dropping his lips to mine with a brief kiss. “Any fucking time, doll.”
My cheeks flush, he’s called me doll a million times over the past few weeks, and every single time without fail, it sends butterflies soaring through my stomach. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.
Knight leaves for work, and the moment he’s gone, I put myself through a proper shower, washing my hair and feeling like a brand-new person before rummaging through his bathroom for just a shred of moisturizing cream.
After feeling like a normal human being, I head out to the kitchen and make myself a coffee as I try to figure out my plan. The very first thing on my to do list needs to be Izzy. I can only imagine what state I’ve left her in. I need to book her a massage, some therapy, maybe get some flowers delivered and organize a mariachi band to serenade her, not that she would particularly care for all that stuff, but any apology I can muster needs to be given in a big way.
After that, I’m heading home. This bitch needs some clothes. There’s only so many days in a row I can wear nothing but one of Knight’s shirts. Surely he’s running out by now. There’s only so many shirts a man like Knight would own, and honestly, we’ve already flown straight past the number I would have assumed. It’s starting to get weird.
The rest of my day . . . I actually have no idea. I’m making it up as I go. I don’t usually wake up this early in the day. I’m a firm midday riser, especially on work nights, and I really don’t know what to do with all this spare time. It’s freaking me out.
With my coffee in hand, I make my way over to Knight’s oversized lounge and drop down into it, cringing as I take in the thirty-eight missed calls and nineteen texts. There’s even missed calls from my brother, Emily, and my mom. Izzy must have called everyone looking for me.
My heart breaks for her, knowing how worried she must have been after what she heard last night, and I don’t make her wait another second.
I hit her number on my phone and lift it to my ear, and just like yesterday, it barely rings before her panicked tone answers. “Holy fucking shit, Harper? Is that you?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” I say, guilt tearing me into shreds.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? What happened?” she demands. “I’ve called the police six times, and the bastards won’t let me file a missing person’s report until you’ve been gone for at least twenty-four hours.”