Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Julius stares at me with his brows pulled together, thoroughly confused.
I think it’s fair to say I’m not getting the kiss.
Chapter Six
JULIUS
A movie? Does she mean like the one where the woman gets kidnapped and then she’s held hostage until she falls in love because if so, yes.
I stare at her mouth, her smile bright, but the longer I look at her, the more it fades. Worried that she doesn’t want me touching her, I put her on her feet and quickly step back.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, but it’s a blanket apology for holding her too long and for breaking her table.
“It’s okay, it’s not that bad.” She kneels down to inspect the table, and I do too.
“How can we fix it?” There’s a crack on both the legs, but where it’s connected to the table is split. I don’t know much about woodworking, but this seems bad.
“Search me.” Liv shrugs, and my eyes automatically move down her body. What I wouldn’t give to have my hands on her again. “My sister is the one that deals with this kind of stuff. I’m more of the creative type.”
When her cheeks flush a pretty pink, I can almost feel the heat of them. I stand up abruptly and take a step back. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Fuck.
“Um, it’s late. Why don’t I bring it back to the shop tomorrow?” It’s an excuse to see her again, but her smile fades as she stands. “Or not,” I try again, not sure why she’s upset.
“Yeah, that’s fine. You can bring it by tomorrow.” Her shoulders sag ever so slightly. “I guess I’ll get out of your hair.”
“Wait!” The word comes out too loud, and Liv flinches. “Sorry,” I mumble and shove my sweaty hands in my pockets. “I just, um, didn’t want you to leave.” Her smile is back, and it does something to the center of my chest. “You should come take a look at your stuff.”
When I take another step away from her, she can see more of the living room. The quiet little gasp she lets out makes me wonder if that’s the sound she makes when she’s excited. I try not to imagine it in my ear while being on top of her.
Fucking shit. Do not get hard.
“I can’t believe it.” She walks into the living room and touches the lamp she made. “It’s kind of magical seeing all my brightly decorated things in your home.
Magical? More like perfect, I think as I watch her walk around. She pokes her head into the kitchen, and I hear her hum appreciatively before picking up the fruit bowl she made.
“So how did you guys come up with the name of the store?” I say after she comes out of the kitchen and starts walking down the hallway toward my bedroom.
Liv is exploring my house, and I can’t say I don’t love it. Seeing her here within these walls is something I’ve imagined. It’s why I keep buying up everything she makes. I like seeing her things here, but now that she’s actually here too, I have a feeling her things won’t be enough anymore.
“Our dad.” She rolls her eyes, but I can tell from the way she’s smiling it’s an affectionate annoyance. “He loved to make dad jokes even before he was a dad. When it came time to name it, he thought it would be hilarious to name it Sofa King Cozy.”
“So fucking cozy,” I say, and she turns her smile in my direction.
“Not too bad for a furniture store. Is this storage, or—” She stops talking when she pushes the door open, and then she lets out another little gasp.
Goddamn it, do not get hard.
“No.” I have to clear my throat and try again. “That’s my room.”
The room is on the south side of the house and gets a lot of evening sun. Orange light makes the room glow as she steps in, and I kind of forgot how many of her creations I have in here.
“It’s beautiful,” she tells me as she turns around and takes it all in. “This might be my favorite room in the house. Is it yours?”
I nod because I’m not sure if I can speak. Seeing her fingers trail along the footboard of my bed has me imagining all kinds of dirty things. Mostly her gripping it while I bend her over the edge and take her from behind.
Great. Now I’m hard as fuck. I walk over to the dresser and pretend to do something so I can adjust myself. It’s no use, though; my cock was already snug in these jeans before she came over. At this point I’m so goddamn hard there’s nowhere else for it to go except to swell down my thigh. Reaching up, I grab a picture off the dresser and put it in front of my crotch.