Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
On one hand, it made me happy that I was overthinking things.
On the other, it made me feel like a loser.
Someone should think about me.
Surely, at least Searcy was, right?
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Silence stretched between us as we each finished our food.
He was barely done with his fries when I started on the cinnamon roll.
He watched me put the last of my food away, then said, “I can’t eat mine.”
I reached for his trash and mine, then threw everything away.
When I got back to the truck, he was rolling out his shoulders.
“Do you want me to drive?”
He shrugged. “Can you drive a stick shift?”
I snorted. “I was hot-wiring cars and pushing them down hills to pop the clutch before I was twelve. Of course I know how to drive one.”
He nodded before throwing his car door open and slowly climbing out of the truck.
He was almost to the passenger side when I asked, “Why’d you run this, anyway? I thought you hated running.”
“Cutter blackmailed me,” he grumbled.
I waited until he was all the way inside before I took my empty cup back into the store to fill it up with water and ice.
When I got back to his truck I handed it over and said, “Drink this.”
He took it and swallowed down a hefty amount before he said, “Thanks.”
I got in and started it up, then took way too long to adjust the seat and mirrors before I expertly backed up.
The only issue I had as I made it out onto the highway was a little stutter as I was pulling out.
“When’s the last time you drove a stick?” he asked.
I thought back to that answer before saying, “High school. I had a guy friend that I met at the coffee shop. He took me home a lot, and eventually I asked him to teach me how to drive. I wasn’t actually hot-wiring cars at twelve.”
“That’s a bummer,” he muttered as he leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. “I was really over here thinking that you were a hellion.”
“Well…”
His lips twitched, and I had to force myself to look back at the road.
“I’m going to take a nap, okay, Calamity Jane?”
Calamity Jane.
What the fuck ever.
I drove home on autopilot, not using the GPS thanks to my photographic memory from my earlier rush to get here. I was halfway home when he started snoring lightly.
We were all the way home when he finally woke up as I pulled into my driveway.
“You parked in the wrong driveway,” he grumbled.
“Did I?” I asked innocently.
He sighed and got out, his muscles stiff and his limping much more pronounced.
“You need to go take some ibuprofen.”
“I don’t have any,” he grumbled as he started to make his way up my front walk.
“Where are you going?” I asked worriedly.
“Your house is closer, and I don’t think I have it in me to get over there.”
I thought about arguing, but instead just let him into my place.
I didn’t laugh as he limped up the stairs, but it was a close thing.
“Come on, Sir Limps A Lot. You can crash on my…”
I opened the door, and was about to say floor, when he walked past my living room and straight into my…
“Where are you going?” I called out loudly.
“Your bed,” he grumbled. “Those pillows you’re using as a pseudo-couch are too small.”
I followed him, arguing with him the entire way.
I stopped arguing when he started to shrug out of his clothes.
First his sweatshirt.
Then his t-shirt.
Followed shortly by his sweatpants.
When he was in nothing but his boxers, he collapsed face first into the bed.
“Wake me when it’s time to leave.”
Then he was snoring.
I watched as he burrowed deep into my bedsheets, wondering what I was supposed to do now, when I realized that neither one of us was going to go anywhere any time soon.
He was too tired.
And my brain hurt.
Maybe I’d join him in that nap…
Eighteen
Relationship status: table for one but drinks for two.
—Jasper’s secret thoughts
JASPER
I woke up to what sounded like crunching beside my face.
I opened one eye and found my face buried in the depths of a pillow, and realized that I felt like I was lying on a cloud.
I vaguely remembered crawling into Calli’s bed, but didn’t remember much more after that.
“Are you awake yet?” Calli asked.
I went up onto one elbow and took a look around.
I was still in her bed.
She was also in her bed with me.
And she had a lot of food around her.
She was wearing sweatpants, a camisole that molded to her every curve, and fuzzy socks.
She was wearing no bra, and I could make out every bump in her areola.
My cock swelled, and I clenched my jaw to keep from reacting.
“Good news and bad news,” she said as she swept cookie crumbs from her chest, causing those perfectly unbound tits to bounce. “Good news, I had about nine dozen cookies delivered to my front door. Mr. Winthrop, my cookie man, dropped them off. He decided that he wasn’t going to go to tonight’s party after all. Apparently, the weather is supposed to get pretty terrible here in a bit, and he didn’t want to be stuck out in it. Also good news, I was texted by Searcy. She told me that they canceled the party. She said that it’s supposed to get pretty ugly out. So we’re going to have it on Saturday instead. Bad news, the only place that would deliver food was Chinese. I know that you have a personal relationship with Mexican food, but they were all we could get. I did make sure to order you the spiciest thing on the menu, though.”