Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
"Wait, you didn't deny that."
"I didn't," he agrees.
"So you're saying…" I lean forward.
"That if a person from the Marino family cuts your eyes out, then you likely deserve it."
"Oh my God." I close my eyes tightly. "That's ah…"
"No one will touch your eyes, Kinsley. In fact, no one will touch you, period." He goes on to try and reassure me, but I hadn't thought of that. I should have, but I didn't. Even though I’ve heard all the rumors about the Marinos, I’ve felt nothing but safe and welcomed since the moment I stepped onto their property.
“Except you?”
“Only me.”
Damn. I think he might really be telling me the truth about how he feels for me. It’s still a lot to process.
“You’re getting it.”
“Stop reading my mind; that’s creepy.”
“Goes to show you, I have been paying attention to you if I can read you so well.”
“Well, Mr. I Know Everything, I guess you don’t need to ask me any questions since you know all the answers.”
“You’re not getting off that easy. I’ve still got my questions.” Shit, what is he going to ask me?
"Hold on." I pick up a piece of the garlic bread and take a giant bite. "Okay, I'm ready."
"Need carb support?" He chuckles. Jax can go from talking about eyes being cut out to being lighthearted. It's interesting how people grow up and what they consider normal.
"I always want carb support, and that was a question. My turn." Jax throws his head back and laughs. How does he get more attractive? It doesn't matter if he's kissing me, barking orders, or laughing. All of it is hot as hell.
"Not a chance. I want my question." His face grows serious.
"Hit me," I sigh.
"My bed is giant." I turn my head toward his bed. It is indeed giant, but what does that have to do with anything? "We can share it."
"Wait a second here." How did we take this random left turn?
"Not done." I press my lips together to keep from talking. Not talking is not my strong suit. “I can sleep here.” He nods toward the love seat thing he’s sitting on. It’s not a full couch, but it’s bigger than a love seat. Either way it’s not fitting his tall ass.
“I can sleep there.”
“Not happening.”
"This house is massive, surely—"
“I’m not done with the question.” A small growl leaves me, and I have no clue where it comes from. It makes that dimple in his cheek appear. I shove the rest of the garlic bread into my mouth. “My question is, if I suggest we share my bed—it’s big enough—will you only fight me because you think we shouldn’t or because you really don’t want to share it with me?”
I narrow my eyes at him. "You crafty bastard."
"Told you, I can be an asshole to get what I want." I don't think I'd call that being an asshole, maybe because I kind of do want to share the bed.
It could be fun, not because we'll do anything, but because we could talk. As lame as that might sound to some, it doesn't to me. I often feel my loneliest at night when Mary leaves and I'm left all alone. It's a lot of teen dreams, but it gets old fast. Plus, it will be my first official sleepover. I will never admit that out loud, but I’ve never been invited to sleep anywhere.
"We can share the bed. But”—I pause a few seconds to be dramatic—“then I get to keep asking all my questions."
"Deal." Jax is quick to agree. I find he agrees to just about anything when it comes to me.
Chapter Fifteen
JAX
“Then kick me off the fucking team!” I shout back across the field, already pulling my helmet off. I toss it to one of the guys along with the red practice jersey I have on and grab my bag next to the metal bench.
I don’t know if Coach responds, and I don’t care. I’m already headed straight for my car. They should be happy I showed up this morning at all. The hardest thing I have ever had to do was crawl out of the bed I was sharing with Kinsley while she was still sleeping.
She hadn't flinched or moved at all while I quietly got my shit together and left. The girl sleeps like a damn rock. Which is convenient for me. Now I only want to get back home before she wakes up. Last night, it slipped my mind about my morning practice, but it had to have been lingering there because I woke up right on time to make it.
Damon had been waiting for me by the car, ready to go. There was no update on anything yet. I didn’t think there would be. I might have to call Mac later to see what she is up to. I’m just not ready for the Spanish Inquisition that I’m sure I’m going to get when it comes to what’s going on between me and Kinsley. There’s no way in hell my mom and sister haven’t told all the other females in our family.