Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
I’ve always hidden my feelings for her. I’m all she has.
We sometimes share a bed, and she’s always been my baby.
But I can’t be the one to upend her life for my own selfishness.
She’s always dating guys that don’t deserve her.
When she calls me because she caught her latest boyfriend cheating on her, I drop everything to come to her rescue.
I’m so tired of seeing her settle for less than what she deserves.
But if I voice how I feel, it could drive her away from me.
But he’ll finally have enough.
She’s wearing my shirt and sobbing in my bed over a guy who doesn’t deserve her tears.
I can’t keep my feelings hidden any longer.
Even if this might destroy everything between us, I have to let her know that there’s a guy out there who will give her the entire world.
And that guy is me.
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1
Tye
I rolled my shoulders as I stepped out the front door of the frat house, where a huge party was being held. I was exhausted and wanted to do nothing more than crawl into bed and pass the fuck out, but after the team’s win earlier that evening, sleep wasn’t happening for a while. Thankfully, Coach didn’t require us to be at practice on Sundays following game days, so I could sleep the day away tomorrow. Or was it already tomorrow?
I glanced at my watch, sighing when I saw it was only nine in the evening. Fuck, it felt a lot damn later. The guys had been partying since seven that evening, and more and more people kept showing up the later it got. It felt like it was never going to end.
I nodded at a guy that shouted my last name as he headed for the front door, a bottle of cheap vodka clasped in his hand. I didn’t know him, but that wasn’t uncommon. I usually stuck to myself. But being the star quarterback and in my third year of college at the University of Florida had made me a household name.
Which meant almost everyone I came into contact with acted like we were long lost friends or something when we’d actually never even met in person.
It was fucking weird and had taken some getting used to.
Pulling my cigarette pack from the pocket of my leather jacket, I slipped one out and placed it between my lips before digging in the pockets of my jeans for my lighter. After finding it—I swear to fuck, I never remembered which pocket I put the damn thing in—I lit my cigarette and headed off to find a quiet spot to smoke so I wouldn’t end up smoking around anyone else.
I knew most people here didn’t care about second hand smoke, but I did. My nasty habit didn’t have to affect someone else.
After finding a spot beneath the oak tree off to the side of the frat house, I settled on the ground and leaned my back against the tree. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, my lips twitched as I looked at my lock screen. It was a picture of me and Aura, my best friend.
Also known as the girl I was madly in love with. But she had friend-zoned me so fucking hard, I didn’t even try to entertain the thought of her being mine. She hadn’t even done it on purpose either. She just never looked at me in that way. From the moment she decided she was ready to date and have boyfriends, she never gave me a second glance.
And with how crappy her home life was and knowing I was her only solace, I never tried to force anything. Never even gave hints as to how I felt about her.
I was the only rock she had. The only bit of stability. And my parents loved her as if she were their own daughter, providing her with a college education and a place to live when we were on school breaks since she refused to live with her parents any longer.
I couldn’t rip that from her. And if I gave her even a glimpse of my feelings for her, I was terrified she’d lose the only family she had in an attempt to distance herself from me.
I ran my thumb over her pretty face, wishing she wasn’t out with her douchebag boyfriend and was here with me instead.
In the picture, her black hair was pulled up into a messy bun on her head, and strands had fallen out to frame her face. She was laughing at something stupid I’d said, and her pretty grayish-blue eyes were peering up at me like I held the secrets for her happiness.
My mom had captured the picture while we’d been packing for college. My arm had been thrown around Aura’s shoulders, and I was smiling down at her. Everyone could see I adored the ground she walked on. Everyone except Aura, that was.