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)
Jefferson follows me down the steps and toward the kitchen. I open up the cabinets as I search for things to make myself a coffee and make sure Jefferson has breakfast too. I feel like I’ve had the workout of my life, and I can’t help but smile when I think of the workout I had. The phone rings from the table and I run over to grab it. I open my purse and look down, seeing it’s Zara calling me. “Hello,” I answer, looking over my shoulder, hoping I didn’t wake him.
“Good morning,” she says, her face filling the screen. “Did I wake you?”
“Um, no,” I say, shaking my head and walking into the kitchen.
“You aren’t home?” She sticks her face deeper into the screen. “Where are you?”
“I’m at a friend’s house.” I avoid looking at her, but the smile and giggle that comes out of me makes it evident that I’m not really at a friend’s house.
“At a friend’s house, and what is this friend’s name?”
“It starts with a K,” I whisper, putting a coffee cup under the spout for the coffee.
“Oh my God, you had sex.”
“I did,” I confirm to her and she just gasps. “Good sex. Great sex.” I try to keep my laugh down. “The best sex.”
“I want to hear all the details,” she prods and I look over to the entranceway.
“He’s a guy I’ve known for a while,” I say softly, “and he helped me through a lot.”
“Gabriel did that for me too,” she replies and I laugh.
“You had a one-night stand with him and then snuck out on him.” I walk to the fridge.
“Yeah, he helped me get over my cheating ex,” she huffs, “and then his super sperm got me pregnant.” I laugh louder, as I sit on the stool. “Anyway, tell me about this guy.” I pour the milk in my coffee and tell her everything. I don’t think I’ve ever been this open before. Even about meeting him in Phoenix and the dance class.
“So he plays hockey,” she finally asks me, “and when does he play Matty?” I look over and then see him walking into the kitchen, wearing boxers and rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “I have to go and make sure I am in LA when they play each other.”
“Okay,” I say, watching him, “call me later.” I quickly hang up when I feel him wrap his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Good morning. Did I wake you?”
“Yes.” He buries his face in my neck. “I reached over and you weren’t there.”
“Sorry, Jefferson woke me up and then,” I start to say as he walks toward the fridge, “my sister called.” I take a sip. “Ever since I left Trent, we have Sunday coffee dates.” I’m waiting for him to say something as he grabs a small bottle of orange juice and shakes it. “Is that okay?”
“Why are you asking me this?” He leans against the counter. “She’s your sister, you talk to her when you want to talk to her.”
I shake my head, forgetting for a moment who I was talking to. He’s not Trent and his support of me reconnecting with my family shouldn’t surprise me. “I also spend most of Sunday catching up with everyone in the family.”
“Okay,” he says, as if he’s missing something. “Are you asking me to go out so you can have private time with them?”
“No,” I gasp. “I just—”
“Lexi, you talk to your family when you want to talk to your family, for however long you want to talk to them. I can be in the room, or you can go in another room if that makes you more comfortable. You can talk to them whenever they call you. I just will have to draw the line if you’re blowing me. I don’t want you using your mouth for anything else.” Here, in the middle of his kitchen, I laugh like I don’t think I’ve laughed before, and with the laughter is a lightness in my chest I don’t think I’m used to just yet.
thirty
Kirby
I look at her wearing my shirt, sitting on one of the stools in my kitchen, and the only thing going through my mind is keeping her here. “I promise to never answer the phone if your cock is in my mouth.”
“Then we are on the same page.” I open my orange juice, taking another sip. “So how is your sister?”
“I told her about you,” she replies, leaning onto her elbows on the counter in front of her. “Like everything.” She raises her eyebrows. “She asked when you play Matty next.”
“Two weeks,” I answer her and her eyes go big. “He’s coming to LA.”
“Shit, I think she is too.”
“Are you okay with that?” I put the bottle of juice on the counter beside me.