Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
But with that first kiss, Ramsey sealed our promises. Promises that would change us for the better, for the worse, and for everything in between.
Unfortunately for us, not long after that, the worse became all we knew.
“Oh my God, are you seriously going to be weird now?”
“I’m not being weird,” I lied. I was totally being weird.
“Bullshit,” he mumbled under his breath. But Ramsey being Ramsey changed the subject. “So, where are we going on our tenth trip?”
Staring up at the fabric ceiling, I pretended to play it cool. “We might be able to afford to fly by then. Dallas or LA?”
“LA. And I’d rather go to Austin than Dallas. I’ll get us both fake IDs and we can hit the bars.”
“We’ll both be old enough to drink by the time we take our tenth trip.”
“Not if I can get a job at the factory when I graduate next year.”
He wasn’t getting a job at the factory—mainly because I wouldn’t let him. We had plans. Big plans that involved us getting the hell out of Clovert and traveling the world. We’d been making a schedule of our trips for the last six months. I had a Ramsey-and-Thea notebook and everything. It contained a budget and a list of things we would need. We’d thought of everything including Nora, who was going to move with us and finish up high school wherever our feet landed. The world was just on the other side of the horizon for us.
So, no, Ramsey was not working at the Clovert meat packing plant. Being that I was naked and all, now was not the time to have that argument with him though.
“Okay, eleventh trip. New York or Seattle?” I asked.
“Paris.”
I rolled my gaze his way. “We won’t be able to afford Paris yet.”
“Nah. But it made you finally look at me.” He grinned like the cat who ate the canary.
“Stop smiling,” I ordered, dragging the blanket up to cover my body.
“No can do, Sparrow. I’m afraid this thing might be permanent now.” He rolled to his stomach, the tips of his fingers grazing my breast as he pulled the blanket down.
“Ramsey!” I slapped his hand away.
“Oh, come on. I was just taking a little peek.” He winked and then kissed my bare shoulder. “It’s the least you can do after all the filthy things you just did to me.”
“So they’re filthy now, huh? Guess that means you’ll never want to do it again?”
Curling his arm around my waist, he flipped to his back and dragged me on top of him. “Now, I didn’t say all that.”
It was Ramsey’s seventeenth birthday. While finally caving in to the constant desire to tear his clothes off probably wasn’t what my father intended when he’d loaned me twenty bucks to buy Ramsey a gift, it was definitely what my guy had wanted. I was one of the lone hold-outs in eleventh grade. I didn’t particularly care that stupid Tiffany Martin and Thomas Vaughan had been going at it like animals since sophomore year. Ramsey and I were on our own schedule. It wasn’t a competition or anything. Unlike Tiffany, I actually intended to spend the rest of my life with Ramsey, so there was no rush.
With as much time as we spent together (read: every waking minute and a few times he’d snuck into my room at night and accidentally fallen asleep in my bed), waiting had been hard. A year earlier, he’d saved up enough money to buy a broken-down sedan, which I’m almost positive had a cameo in the Bible.
With wheels came freedom.
And with a back seat came temptation.
I’m not too proud to admit that Ramsey and I did our fair share of “parking.” He was a gorgeous almost-man. And I was a reasonably attractive almost-woman. But we never took it past the front seat. He didn’t complain, either. If I threw on the brakes, Ramsey was there nodding like a fool and backing away like I’d caught leprosy.
It was time though. I wanted to be with Ramsey in every way I could be, and his birthday seemed perfect. The planning and lies that had gone into that night were astronomical.
First, I’d had to ask the Wynns if Nora and I could camp out at the old tree. I wasn’t sure if they’d have cared if I had told them it was actually me and Ramsey. But I couldn’t risk word getting back to my dad. He’d become a tad more attentive since I got boobs. He liked Ramsey and all, but camping together was pushing it. Thankfully, Lacey Wynn had agreed no questions asked.
Next, I’d had to borrow a tent. Josh Caskey was the only kid I knew who had one of his own; thus he wouldn’t have to clear it with his parents. Perks of being the mayor’s son, I guessed. He’d asked me a million questions about why I needed it. I told him the same story about Nora and me that I’d told the Wynns. After a few perverted questions about whether we’d be sleeping naked, he gave me the tent just in time. I’d been only seconds away from kicking him in the balls.