Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I sighed. I hated taking things so slow with her, but she was everything I ever wanted.
I wanted her in every way possible, and if I had to wait years upon years, I would.
She was just so damn broken.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Paul’s parents were out of town for the weekend to spend some time together, so we were here at Kaleb’s. Honestly, I was happy that they had taken the weekend away. I could spend more time with Tracey and hang out with Kaleb. Besides, if Tracey had any more panic attacks, I would be there to help her through them.
Fuck, she terrified me when she had anxiety attacks.
I slipped on jeans and towel-dried my hair, not caring to do anything with it. I would just let it air dry. It wasn't like any of us planned to do anything today except laze around.
I walked out of my room and instantly collided with Krista. She stepped back from me almost immediately, blushing. I had that effect on girls. I had always known Krista had a huge crush on me, but I didn't act on it. She was Kaleb's twin. She was off-limits.
Besides, my heart was settled on another girl.
"Could you put on a shirt?" I almost couldn’t hear her.
I smirked down at her. "Why would I do that? Don't you just love this delectable body?" Her cheeks reddened.
"Trevor, stop hitting on my sister."
I looked over at Kaleb as Krista ran off toward Tracey's room. "I'm not hitting on your sister, man.” I really wasn’t. I didn’t look at Krista like that—especially not after meeting Tracey. I ruffled my hair and turned to face him completely. "Tracey up yet?"
He shrugged. "Krista is going to get her for breakfast. We'll find out in a minute."
A blood-curdling scream chilled my bones right after he spoke. I spun around and dashed down the hall toward Tracey's room. Tracey had shoved herself into the corner of her bed, panting as she struggled to catch her breath. "What the fuck did you do now?" I snarled at Krista as I climbed onto the bed and pulled Tracey into my arms.
She wrapped her arms around me tightly, plastering herself against me. My heart raced at her close proximity, and I tightened my hold on her. "I think she was having a nightmare. When I said her name, she screamed and tried to get away from me."
"Out." Kaleb sent me a hard look, but Krista scampered out of the room.
"You don't get her all to yourself." I arched an eyebrow at his sudden hostility. “I'd like to make sure she's okay, too."
Suddenly realizing Tracey’s arms were bare when she tightened her hold on me, I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up around her shoulders so that her arms were hidden from Kaleb’s view. She buried her face into my chest. I sent my best friend a harsh glare. "You know she's not going to let you near her." He scowled at me. "You know damn good and well that I'm the only person she trusts enough to let near her."
Kaleb pointed at me, glaring harshly. "This," he pointed between me and him, "is not over."
He stormed out of the room, slamming Tracey’s bedroom door closed behind him, making her jump in my arms. I sighed. I didn't understand what Kaleb’s problem was, but lately, he seemed to be a little pissed every time I got close to Tracey, but he was going to have to get over himself.
Tracey was mine, and I was the only person she trusted.
I grabbed her arm lightly in my hand and pulled her scarred wrist up to my lips, placing a gentle kiss over each line. She shivered under my touch. "I'm surprised you left your arms exposed.”
She moved away from me, crossing her arms over her stomach. I let my eyes trail over her. She was wearing a black spaghetti-strapped tank top. I could see the fullness of her breasts and the dip in her waist. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
My cold shower just went to complete fucking waste. My imagination hadn’t done her body any justice.
She jumped out of bed and snatched her hoodie off the floor. I scrambled from the bed, gripping her wrists before she could yank the hoodie over her head. "Don't," I said softly, swallowing hard as I ran my eyes over her curvy figure. "You know you don't have to hide from me. I've told you over and over again that you're perfect."
She bit her lip, and I sighed, releasing one of her wrists to tug her bottom lip from between her teeth. She wasn't going to do much for the hard-on I was currently sporting if she continued to do that.
"But I can't let anyone else see this."