Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
“It’s two, four, one, one,” he rattles off without skipping a beat.
“You just gave me your code to your phone,” I tell him. “Now you are going to have to go in and change it. Which is a pain in the ass if you forget it and then it locks you out for a certain amount of time.”
“Why,” he asks me, confusion in his voice, “would I have to change the code?”
“You just gave me the code to your cell phone.” I hold up the phone, showing him.
“Okay, I don’t understand.”
“Now I can go through it,” I groan and look out the window before turning back to him. “Literally unlocked I can search anything I want to. I can go on your history in your browser. I can check your pictures. I can delete certain numbers in your contacts. The list is endless.”
“Okay,” he repeats, looking at the road, then quickly at me, then back at the road.
“You can’t give a woman the code to your phone.”
“Is that a rule somewhere?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.”
“How so?”
“You can’t be this clueless.” I turn my back to the door to watch his facial expression. “Unless you change your password, I can go into your phone at any given time.” I hold up my hand. “I’m not saying I would, I’m just saying now I can.”
“Ariella.” He takes a quick look at me. “I have nothing to hide. So I don’t care if you have my code or not.” The only thing I do is blink. “Besides my father, you are the only other person who has the code. Although, I think Tori now has the code because she changed her contact name in the phone.”
“See?” She points at me.
“I said, I think she could have also grabbed the phone after I unlocked it and changed it then. But for sure two people have it.”
“What?” I almost shriek. “Two people, that’s it?”
“Yeah.” He smiles at the road. “How many people have your code?”
“I mean”—I shrug when I think—“my parents, for sure. Most of my friends, but I’m not sure they remember it since they are always asking me for it.”
“I don’t know a lot about phones and stuff”—he side looks at me—“but that seems a tad unsafe.”
“Probably,” I admit to him, “but I don’t know.”
“Are you going to give me your code?” he asks me.
“Absolutely”—I look down at his phone—“not.”
He laughs. “What? Why?”
“Because it’s private.” I avoid looking at him. “And girls are different than boys”—he laughs softly—“like, I’m going to be telling my friends about you. There are things we share with each other that you should not know.”
“Like what?” he asks me, trying not to laugh but softly chuckling.
“Like how good of a kisser you are,” I start at that, “and then sometimes it’s like good things you’ve done with certain parts of you.” He full-on belly laughs. “Or bad things that you’ve done and we didn’t like but you seemed to enjoy, so we have to ask each other if it’s normal. Then there are things like how we feel about you guys.” I shrug, knowing I should shut up about now instead of just word vomiting, something that Jaxon pulls out of me.
“So?”
“So,” I shriek, “so that’s private!” I put his phone to my chest.
“What if I ask you for the code?”
“I’m going to need five minutes with said phone and then I can give it to you.” I swallow. “After I make sure it’s safe for you.”
“Safe for me or safe for you?” He turns it around, his hand coming up to rest on my upper thigh.
“For both,” I state, making us both laugh. “Safe for me not to be totally embarrassed by anything I might have said and then safe for you to not think I’m a dweeb.”
“I could never think you’re a dweeb,” he mentions softly and I open his phone, putting the address into the GPS. “You’re way too sexy to be a dweeb.” I look at him. “See what I did there, I didn’t use the word cute.”
“Genius,” I mock him and his joke, not saying anything else, I just look out the window at the water as he makes his way toward the hotel. I reach over and turn on the radio and hear the voices of sportscasters. “I’m not listening to this,” I tell him. “The rule is the passenger gets to play DJ.”
“Where is this rule?” he asks me as he follows the directions to my hotel.
“It’s literally a universal rule.” I grab his phone and open up his music app.
“Is there a handbook out there somewhere I can get so I can know all these rules? I feel like I’m very much uninformed on things.”
I roll my eyes at his question. “Let’s see what Jaxon Stevenson likes to listen to.” I scroll through his list. “Eminem.”