Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“It was fun,” she says and then I hear another voice.
“Well, the picture you sent us of you and Ariella looked like you two were having fun.” I walk down the steps and into the kitchen, seeing her on the stool with her phone propped up in front of her. She’s wearing one of my workout shirts that falls to the middle of her legs. “I can’t wait to be there on Friday.”
“I can’t wait for you guys to be here,” she says excitedly. “Mom and Dad are arriving on Friday morning. Matty is getting here Friday afternoon, and now the Sunday lunch is going to be a Friday dinner, since Matty has to leave as soon as they finish the game to head to Vegas.”
“I heard,” her sister says, and I walk in quietly and she looks over at me. I point to the fridge and she just nods. “Hi, Kirby,” she says and Lexi laughs.
“Hi, Zara,” I reply, pulling open the fridge.
“When am I going to meet you?” she asks and Lexi motions with her head to go over to her. I walk around the island with the bottle of orange juice in my hand. “Hi,” she says with a huge smile on her face when I stop beside Lexi, bending to kiss her head. “Aww, so when are we going to meet?”
“Whenever you want,” I tell her and I can see some similarities with the two, but in my opinion Lexi is prettier.
“It would have to be Sunday morning since we have to head back on Sunday afternoon. Colson has to be back in school on Monday.”
“Name the time and place and I’ll be there,” I reply and she smiles at me.
“Okay, it’s time for me to get up and get my ass in gear,” she states. “I’ll see you Friday,” she tells Lexi and then blows her a kiss. “Bye, Kirby.”
“Bye,” I reply, holding up my hand and she disconnects the phone call. “Morning,” I say as Lexi looks up at me, “you snuck out of bed again.”
“I did,” she confirms. “I was going to surprise you with a whole breakfast feast, but my sister called.”
“Want to prepare it together?” I ask her and she shrugs. “How about you tell me what you want, and I’ll make it for you?”
“You would cook for me?” She leans back in the chair.
“Baby,” I say, bending to kiss her lips again, “I’d do anything for you.”
“I need a shower.” She gets up and grabs her cup of coffee. “How about I jump in the shower and then come and help you?”
“Okay.” I know by the time she comes back out of the shower, breakfast will be all done. “Waffles or pancakes?” I ask her as she walks out of the room.
“Surprise me,” she says with a wink and my cock stirs. I think about joining her in the shower and then turn back and start to make my waffles. I take out the waffle iron as I mix the batter, tossing in some brown sugar instead of white sugar and then adding a touch of cinnamon to it.
While the waffles are being made, I scramble up some eggs and then toss some sausage in the pan. She walks into the room twenty minutes later, with her hair wrapped in one of my towels on the top of her head and wearing a pair of her shorts and matching tank top. “It smells delicious.”
“I made waffles,” I toss over my shoulder as she comes over to me and holds my hips in her hands and leans in to kiss my back. “Surprise.”
“Did you know,” she starts, walking over to the fridge and grabbing the bowl of strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries she always has, “that Trent used to watch how many calories I took in?” I look over at her, my hand gripping the fork tighter. “He would do this thing when we first got together.” She puts the bowl down and now leans her hip against the counter and then puts her foot on her other foot. “If my waist was bigger than this”—she hangs her hands down together with her thumbs touching before curling up the three fingers and then extending her pinkies—“it would be unacceptable.” I close my eyes as she laughs at the ridiculousness of it, and I have to be happy that she sees how much of an idiot he was. “I should have done the same to his dick.” The bark of laughter leaves my throat. “I’ll grab the plates.”
I sit down next to her once the waffles are done and the plates are in front of us. Grabbing my waffles and then some eggs, I pass her the syrup as she puts some on her waffles and then some on her eggs. “Did you have fun last night?” I ask her and she nods her head.