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)
“Whatever, you haven’t even—” She trails off and looks down at her legs.
“You haven’t either.” Her head snaps back up to look at me. Now she’s the one with her mouth hanging open. “Not once did you try to grab my junk.”
“I’m not going to make the first move,” she scoffs at me, and I look up at the ceiling and laugh. “Why are you laughing?”
“You literally made the first move on the first day.” I point at her. “You were the one who made the move that night.”
“I did not.” She puts her hand to her chest. “Do you even remember that night?”
“Baby, I remember everything about that night,” I assure her, “every fucking thing.” My voice is low. “It’s the only fucking thing I thought about for six fucking weeks until you came back to me.”
“Obviously, some parts are fuzzy if you think I made the first move.” She turns to grab her protein drink and takes a sip. “Because you were the one who made the move.”
My head goes back and I howl out with laughter before asking her, “How?”
“Can I drive you home?” She rolls her eyes. “You basically just should have said let’s go bang.”
“You said yes,” I remind her softly, and I want to kiss her so fucking bad, but this conversation is too important to get sidetracked. “You knew you were staying in the hotel and you said yes.”
“It was rude to say no!” she hollers at me.
“Whatever.” I put my hand on her leg and rub it up and down.
“Not whatever, Jaxon. You made the first move.”
“Okay.” I shrug. “I made the first move.”
“Oh no.” She shakes her head and moves my hand off of her leg. “Do not okay me, Jaxon Stevenson.” She stands up. “Do not fucking okay me.”
“I’m admitting I made the first move.” I turn to her, open my legs, and reach for her to bring her between them, and hold on to her hips in my hands. My eyes are at the level of her stomach. I move the shirt up so I can see her small belly. Kissing her stomach softly, she runs her hands through my hair. “I made the first move, baby,” I say softly, looking up at her, “and I’d do it again and again and again.”
Her hand goes from my hair to my cheek. “You did,” she says softly.
“So now will you move in with me?” I ask her and she smiles a little.
“Isn’t it too fast?” She thinks of her words and laughs. “I mean it’s a lot too fast, but, like, shouldn’t we—”
“Shouldn’t we what?” I ask her.
“I don’t know, shouldn’t we date?” She shakes her head. “It’s so dumb to say that since I literally have half of you inside of me.”
“Baby, we’re practically living together already, and I don’t care what you say, how you spin it in your head. It’s a relationship. We get up together and go through the day with each other and at night we go to bed with each other.” She puts her hand on my shoulder as I move my hands to her ass and squeeze it. “We are in a relationship.” It makes her laugh. “That’s what I want, you to smile and laugh.”
“Well, we really are good in bed,” she states the obvious and I nod, agreeing with her.
“We fucking are.” I snort. “Fuck, are we ever.” I lean back into the couch and pull her with me. She puts her knees beside my hips as she sits on me. “No fucking complaints there.”
“Well, that’s good to know.” She puts her hands on my chest.
“I’ve never, ever lived with someone before,” I admit to her, “never really wanted to.”
“Same,” she says softly. “Well, what if we don’t get along?” She avoids looking at me.
“What if we do?” I counter her, watching her eyes on her fingers.
“What if I annoy you?” She smirks and then looks up. “What if you annoy me? That’s more likely to happen than me annoying you.”
“Then you communicate with me why I’m annoying you and we work on it.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why not?” I laugh. “Why are you making it harder than it has to be?”
“I don’t know, it’s just too fucking easy.”
“Ariella,” I say her name, “nothing about you is easy.”
“I slept with you the first night,” she reminds me and I nod.
“Yeah, you did.” I wink at her. “That was a good fucking night. What do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what do you want from a relationship?”
“I want to laugh,” she starts.
“We laugh all the time. Next.”
“I want him to respect me.”
“I’m not even going to say anything because if you don’t think I respect you, then this conversation is over.”
“Okay, fine, you show me respect.”
“Next.”
“Honesty,” she adds. “You were not honest.”
“When?” I huff out. “When the fuck wasn’t I honest?”