Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Nate,” I say his name and he just shakes his head.
“No, Elizabeth,” he says, looking to the side and all I can do is stare at him, “do you know what that did to me?”
“Yes.” I push away from the counter and get off the stool. “I know what that did to you because I felt the same way. I was hurt.” I put both hands on the counter stretched out by my sides. “Fuck, why do you think I fucking went all the way across the fucking world?” I shout at him and now it’s his turn to look at me shocked. “Yeah, that’s right. You think I wanted to do my semester in Australia?” I don’t wait for him to answer me, just like he didn’t wait for me. “No, I didn’t, but I did it because I knew if I stayed here, and we just pretended that night had never happened, I would have been crushed and so broken-hearted, I don’t think I would have survived. The pain was that deep.”
“Elizabeth,” he says my name the same way I said his, but now the ball is in my court and I’m not going to let him get away with it.
“No, Nate.” Unlike him, I stare into his eyes so he can see the hurt. “Do you know what that did to me?” I walk around the island, our eyes on each other. “Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
“Yes,” he replies in a whisper, “because I felt it too.”
I stand in front of him. “I’m sorry,” I say the two words I vowed I would never say to him. Hearing how he was just as hurt as me, I say them. I raise my hand, seeing it shake a little, feeling it in my soul as I place it gingerly in the middle of his chest. I feel his heart beating quickly, in time with mine. “I’m so sorry.”
“Not as much as I am.” His voice is as broken as I feel. “Not nearly as much as I am.” He puts his hand on top of mine. His head shakes and I move my hand around his neck. He licks his lips as I get up on my tippy-toes, finally letting myself touch him more. I run my hand through his hair and down the back of his shirt.
Neither of us says a word as I press myself into him, wrap both arms around his neck, and kiss his jaw softly before he bends his head, his forehead on mine. I take a deep breath in, then he closes the gap and kisses me. This kiss is unlike the one in the bathroom. It’s sweet and soft, and his tongue slides in with mine for just a minute before he lets me go. His nose is against mine as my hand leaves his neck to cup his cheek. Our eyes lock on to each other, as our hands roam.
I can’t stop touching him. I don’t want to stop touching him. I turn my head to the side, kissing him again, this time his hands move from beside him and go to my back. I let go of his lips and this time he takes a deep breath in as my hands move from his neck to the side of his face.
“You,” he says right before he kisses me again, and the softness is gone, “you fucking drive me insane.” This kiss is full of need. Full of lust. Full of anger and frustration that for the past seven years we’ve both been thinking the other person was wrong. His hands move from my back up my sides as his tongue fights with mine. One of his hands moves down to cup my ass while the other wraps around the back of my neck.
The kiss deepens as he pulls me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he turns and walks out of the room, the sleep shirt I am wearing moves up to the tops of my thighs. My mouth is on his as he climbs the stairs to his bedroom. He walks into his bedroom and sits on the bed. My knees go to the sides of his hips, straddling him, as I move my head to the side and deepen the kiss. His hands move my long sleep shirt up and then his hand palms my ass, my booty shorts so thin I can feel the heat from his hand. I let go of his lips and his mouth moves down to my neck as his hands slide up my back and then down again to my ass, squeezing it and then back up again. My own hands move from the side of his neck down his arms and up again.
“Seven fucking years,” he mumbles as I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our hands are frantic with the need to touch the other person. Bunching his shirt in my hands, I pull it up over his head, tossing it to the side before I kiss him again. This time I need more, so I rotate my hips on his covered cock and our mouths swallow our moans.