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)
“You are giving me your phone?” I ask, shocked, looking down to see the screen saver is of his cat.
“Well, how else are you going to order food?” He laughs as he pulls out. “Unless you want to use your phone, but then you have to enter my address and it’s a pain in the ass.” I look down at the phone and try not to compare him to Trent, who refused to even let me see the weather from his phone.
“Is that okay?” he asks me when all I can do is stare down at it.
“I wasn’t allowed to touch Trent’s phone,” I admit to him. “He kept telling me it had confidential things on it.”
“I bet it did,” Kirby retorts, “and some things he probably didn’t want you to see.”
“Oh, most definitely things he didn’t want me to see.” I snort. “It’s just…”
“There is nothing on my phone that needs to be under lock and key,” he assures me. “The password is twenty and then sixteen.” I put in the password and then turn to him.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Don’t care,” he says as he makes his way to his house. “Even though I’m pretty sure we almost died, this was one of the best days I’ve had in the longest time.” My hands clench the phone even more as I try not to show him how much that means to me.
We pull up into his driveway at the same time I place the order for two burgers, fries, onion rings, fried pickles, and a bunch of other things. I hand him the phone. “Thank you,” he says and I just smile at him and I’m so nervous. “Do you want to come in?” he asks me and I nod my head. “No, I don’t think you understand what I’m saying right now.” He steps in closer to me and I raise my hand to his shirt.
“I actually do think I understand what you are asking me right now,” I counter, looking up at him, never thinking I would be here in this moment.
“What am I asking you?”
“You are asking me to come in,” I tell him and stare at him. “I would like to come in and for you to give me a tour.”
“I can do that.” For the first time in my whole life, I take a leap without basing my decision on what anyone else wants.
I giggle. “I’ve had one boyfriend,” I share with him, “and I was married to him for ten years.” My fingers tap his chest. “So I might be really bad at this whole thing.”
“Shut up, Lexi,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “The first time I saw you, I wanted you.” He shocks me. “That was even before I knew what an incredible person you are, how strong you are, how beautiful inside you are.” He shakes his head. “Then I got to know you, and this might make me sound like the biggest piece of shit, but I wanted you, knowing you were married.”
“Kirby,” I say his name.
“I will never force you to do something you don’t want to do,” he assures me, “or pressure you in any fucking way.”
“I want to come in.” I get on my tippy-toes and hope he bends his head to kiss me. “Show me your house.” He bends his head and kisses me. The kiss is very different from the one before. This one is full of need, his hand gripping my hip tightly as I slide my tongue in with his. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He turns, and with his mouth still attached to mine, he makes his way down the walkway to the front door. “Is this safe?” I put a hand on his cheek as he walks up the steps to the front door.
“I’ve never tried to walk into my house with my eyes closed,” he admits before pushing open the front door, “but I have once arrived drunk and stumbled my way to the bedroom.” I laugh as I look behind me at the foyer. There is a big mahogany table on the side with a huge mirror before he takes three steps up. “After, I’ll give you a full tour,” he says, then stops, “unless you want one now.”
“Is that where your bedroom is?” I point down the hall, hoping I chose the right way and he nods his head. “Then I want to tour that.”
He chuckles as he walks down the hallway to the stairs that lead to the second level. Both his hands are holding my ass as he walks up six steps and then turns on the landing to walk up another six steps. He steps into his bedroom and I unclasp my legs from his waist. “This is exactly like I thought you would live.” I look toward the cream-colored see-through drapes that are floor to ceiling and open halfway for you to see the ocean in the distance.