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)
She’s followed by another girl with medium brown hair and downturned lips. “Ivy. Nice to meet you.”
“And this is Xavier. He clings to me, and I pretend he doesn’t exist,” Aspen jokes.
“Hey,” a guy with brown hair and a face eerily similar to Aspen’s says, while sticking up two fingers. “Don’t let her fool you. I’m her twin. You her boyfriend?”
My eyes widen. “What?”
Aspen’s whole face turns red. “Um …”
“No comment,” I say.
“I told you they were totally hooking up,” Océane says to Ivy, and they give each other a high five.
“We are not,” Aspen says. “We’re just exploring.”
“Oh, right … ‘exploring.’” Ivy makes quotation marks with her fingers.
“As long as you don’t go exploring my sister’s caves without asking my parents first,” Xavier says.
The two girls laugh.
Aspen snatches his book from his hands and throws it ten yards away. “Xav, fetch.”
“Fuck you,” Xavier barks back, but he still gets up.
“Ignore him,” she tells me. “C’mon. Sit. Let’s eat, ’cause I’m starving.”
“Should I be worried about your parents?” I ask her.
“Yes,” Ivy answers for her. “You should.”
I gulp.
“Oh, c’mon, they’re not that bad,” Aspen says as she grabs some food from her bag and hands one box to me. “Here, I made you this.”
“Thank you,” I say, opening it.
From the looks of it, it’s a wrap with chicken and lettuce and spicy mayo.
“I can’t cook, but I tried,” she says.
I swiftly take a bite. “It’s perfect.”
There are some hard bits and pieces in there, but I swallow them down anyway because the only thing that matters to me is that she made this with her perfect hands, and that’s all I need.
“You’re awfully sweet,” Océane says, side-eyeing me. “Got any ulterior motives?”
“Like what?” I say, pausing mid-bite.
Both girls laugh, and Aspen shoves them with her elbow. “Oh my God, stop it. I’m so embarrassed.”
“What ulterior motives?” I ask again.
“C’mon, you know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.”
Océane frowns. “Guys always want to get into the girl’s pants. That’s a given.”
I stop eating entirely as the sweat droplets begin to form on my back.
“Grey doesn’t.” Aspen grabs my hand and squeezes tightly. “We haven’t even kissed yet.”
“Ooooh,” Ivy says, grinning. “So you admit he’s your boyfriend?”
“I said exploring, okay? We’re exploring possibilities. We’re taking it slow,” Aspen responds.
“As you should,” Océane says. “Before you know it, you’re stuck in the shower, screaming bloody murder because that ten-inch cock keeps swinging back up after you’ve already sucked it dry twice.”
“Oh my God, Océane!” Ivy squeals.
“TMI,” Aspen muses. “I do not want to know about Talon’s ten incher. My God.”
“What? I’m just saying…” She rubs her temple and makes a proud face. “Boys are insatiable.”
“Ooookay.” I stuff the rest of my wrap into my mouth and get up. “You know, it’s been lovely meeting you ladies. Aspen, thank you so much for the delicious meal. I have to go.”
“Where?” she asks.
“My next class is starting,” I say, waving.
Aspen mutters, “Wait, but we haven’t even—”
“Aren’t you two going to kiss?” Ivy taunts.
Aspen pokes her with her index finger. “Shhhh … don’t scare him off.”
She’s not far off from the truth.
But not for reasons she thinks.
I scrape my throat. “I have to go. See ya.”
“Too late,” Océane mutters. “He’s already scared.”
I throw my bag over my shoulder, just like I throw their words to the wind.
It’s not that I’m scared. I could never be scared of her.
It’s that our kiss needs to be fucking perfect … so that she’ll only ever think about me.
And forget about him.
Levi
The bandage around my arm is on way too tight. The new nurse really doesn’t know what she’s doing, but I guess that comes with the territory of dealing with a bunch of murderous sons of bitches in college.
It takes some time to get used to the fact that you can’t go around asking anyone questions because you’ll definitely regret it.
And there is no way in hell I will ever tell anyone who stabbed me with a goddamn pencil.
I take a drag of my smoke, but some fucker randomly bumps into me, knocking the cigarette from my hand.
“Hey, watch yourself—” The moment I lay eyes on him, I abruptly halt my sentence and straighten myself. “It’s you.”
Grey.
That motherfucker who’s been holding hands with Aspen actually fucking bumped into me.
He holds up his hands. “Accidents happen … don’t they?”
My eye twitches.
What did he just say?
He tries to move past me, but I block his way. “Apologize.”
He looks me up and down with a conceited look. I’ve never seen this fucker before in my life, yet he strolls around campus as if it’s been his home for years. If he attends Spine Ridge University, he must be just as wealthy as the rest of us, given the cost of tuition. Which means he’s got friends or family in high places. But I’m not that fucking easy to impress.