Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Apollo waltzes to the cashier, who’s right beside the lady scooping the potato salad into little bowls, and he snatches the microphone right out from underneath her nose, tapping it a few times.
“Is this on? Great. Attention, everyone. I know you already know, but I’m going to tell you anyway because I don’t fucking care. I’m fucking Grey Westbrook and Aspen Caruso at the same damn time. They are mine, and so help you God if you try to stop me because I will fuck you up.” He looks around the room at all the mortified faces. “Any fucking questions? No? Good.”
He pushes the mic away again as the potato salad that was being scooped up drops from the lady’s spoon, and he struts off like it’s nobody’s business, leaving the rest of us utterly stupefied.
Levi
During the day, I pretend she doesn’t exist even though it makes me feel like I’m dying inside. How could I go back to seeing her as a someone I needed to get rid of after I just poured every inch of my fucked-up soul into her?
How can I ever forget what she does to me?
How could I ever want to go back to before?
Every so often, I watch her walk by with her friends or with Grey, squeezing his hand, and I stay on the sidelines, yearning in silence. Catching a whiff of her scent is enough for now.
My hand should be where his hand is, but it’s not going to happen. It’ll never work.
If people ever saw me by her side, word would spread as fast as the fire she started in my heart, and with Felix as the dean, her entire family would know in an instant that I’ve been near her. Any word about my relationship with her—our filthy kisses or our sinful fucks—and I’d be a dead man.
I can’t do that to her. No matter how badly I want her to be mine as much as she is his, I can’t put her through this all over again.
Grey suggested we show the video evidence to her family, but I immediately shot that down. I don’t want them to think Mavis had to die because of my love for Aspen. They’d never accept that.
So I stay where I’ve always been, waiting, watching her like I always have and always will. Maybe until eternity. She’s worth it.
I breathe out a sigh and walk off when she’s gone again. Her scent has left my nostrils and I have classes to attend soon. But I will cherish the memory of seeing her again, despite not having talked the entire day.
This is how it’s going to be from now on.
Hungry looks with no words exchanged.
Just a simple glance, and that’s it. Like someone she’ll never talk to … someone she’s never even kissed.
That’s all I’m going to get in public.
But in private … God, I will fucking taint her beyond recognition.
Sauntering to my next class, which starts in about twenty minutes, I take my time while listening to the music blasting in my ears. It’s in a remote corner of the school, the farthest hallway one can imagine.
Suddenly, a door to a room that’s never used opens, and a pair of hands lunge out to wrap around my arm, dragging me inside.
“What the—”
The door shuts behind me. She lowers her blue hoodie, and when that fiery red hair appears from underneath I suddenly lose all sense of time.
“Hi,” she says, smiling briefly.
Did she just drag me in here to …?
Fuck it.
I grab her face with both hands and smash my lips onto hers without question, without saying even a single word. There’s nothing I could say that my lips can’t fix.
She practically melts into me as I kiss her deeply, uncontrollably, coiling my fingers through her hair as I spin her around and slam her against the door. Her mouth is to die for, and I am so fucking lucky I got to kiss it before it was my time to go.
Even if we only have seconds, minutes, I want to make the most of it before it’s gone.
Before someone inevitably decides my time on this earth is forfeited because of what I’ve done.
But fuck me, when I die, at least I’ll have had a taste of heaven in her.
“F-fuck, I missed you,” I murmur between kissing her senseless.
Her swollen lips pull back for just a second. “I didn’t even get to say good morning or goodbye.”
“I know,” I whisper as I kiss her lips and probe them with my tongue, trying to taste as much of her as I can before it all turns to dust.
God, I want her. I want her so badly I could scream it from the rooftops, but I can’t. It would kill me and end up killing her too just through the heartbreak. God, what have I done?