Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Naturally, Cole is already gone when my phone alarm goes off. It’s still stuffed in the pocket of my jeans that I’d tossed on the floor. Groaning, I slide off the bed to retrieve it so I can shut the maddening sound off.
As the dregs of sleep wash away, I’m hit with a sense of dread. I think I confessed to Cole last night about what I’d done with Savvy.
What does he think about me?
Does he hate me?
And what about her? I’ve avoided her ever since.
I’m a shit human.
Talking to her—to both of them—is a must, but first, coffee. After throwing my jeans back on, I amble out of Cole’s room and past Savvy’s open door. She’s locked up in the bathroom. With memories of her naked and touching herself yesterday, my morning wood becomes almost painful. I rub at it through my jeans, hoping to calm it, as I head downstairs. The taste of alcohol is bitter on my tongue. I’m thankful I’d left my toothbrush and toothpaste by the kitchen sink.
The first sip of coffee, after cleaning my mouth, is delightful. It chases away the hangover almost immediately. Another cup along with a hearty breakfast and I’ll be good as new.
I hear creaking on the stairs and brace myself to see Savvy. Is she going to call me out for avoiding her yesterday? Worse, will she want a replay?
As much as my cock aches for the latter, I ignore it. I fucked up. Plain and simple. I need to make amends to her and to Cole for being a damn hypocrite.
She enters the kitchen and flinches when she sees me. I can’t help but drink in her appearance. Her wet hair has been brushed and hangs in front of her shoulders and she’s free of makeup. It’s her outfit that makes me groan.
It’s a dress.
A simple, fitted blue one that looks good on her. I salivate, though, because I know what she looks like beneath it. My hands ache to run my fingers over her flawless skin, memorizing every freckle and curve.
“Have fun last night?” she asks, voice icy.
I snort. “Drank too much.”
“You think? Your stumbling around woke me up.”
With a sigh, I pour her a cup of coffee and hand it to her. “I’m sorry.”
“Was she pretty?”
I nod, staring at her lips. When she shudders at my response, I realize I answered the wrong question. I thought she said, “Do I look pretty?”
“Wait,” I say with a grunt. “Who?”
She shakes her head in disgust. “Your hookup. Cole told me you have an app, and you were out getting laid.”
The hurt shining in her eyes is a punch to the gut. “I wasn’t hooking up, little S. I was getting fucked up. Big difference.”
“Liar.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I thought you liked what we did yesterday.”
I set my mug down on the counter before prowling over to her. She lifts her chin, facing off with me. Tenderly, I stroke my finger along her jaw, loving how she shivers at my touch.
“I loved it,” I murmur, voice gritty with desire. “Too much. It was wrong.”
She rolls her eyes and walks away from me without another word. Irritation burns through me. I follow after her, not done with our conversation. As she bounds up the stairs, I’m given a delicious flashing of her lacy pink panties.
Once she’s in her room, she sets the mug down on the end table. When she sees me standing in the doorway, she huffs. “What?”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Me?” Her tone is shrill. “We got off together, Travis. It was amazing. And then you treated me like I was a mistake.”
She was a mistake.
A sexy, wonderful one.
“Sav—”
“Doesn’t matter. At least I know someone around here actually wants me.”
I stiffen at her words. “You kissed Cole again?”
Irrational jealousy spikes through me. She can’t be serious.
She sits down on the edge of her bed, the material of her dress riding up her smooth thighs. “I was so hurt last night when I found out you were having sex with some rando.”
“I wasn’t having sex with anyone, dammit.”
Her eyebrows furl in confusion. “Really?”
I kneel down in front of her, taking both her hands in mine. “Really. I was screwed up in the head because of what I allowed to happen. I’m the adult. I should have walked away.”
She squeezes my hands. “We’re both consenting adults, Travis. You can’t shoulder the blame on your own.”
“I just…” I sigh heavily, closing my eyes as I attempt to articulate what I want to say. “I’m worried Cole is going to hate me. That you’ll regret what we did. That everything will change.”
She pulls her hands out of mine, leaving them to rest on her thighs, and cups my cheeks. “I have to tell you something.”
I start to move away but she doesn’t release my face. My heart begins to race as I dread what she might tell me. Something in her eyes hints that I’m going to hate it.