Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
After all, it’s been a week since he came over to my house to “borrow a cup of sugar” and we didn’t stop there. Instead, I’ve been sneaking over to his place on a nightly basis in order to engage in heavenly shenanigans with the handsome man. Ed leaves the back door unlocked and as soon as I know my parents are asleep, I tiptoe down the back stairs and then scamper over our respective lawns before tiptoeing up the stairs in Ed’s house and letting myself into the master suite.
Then, the fun starts. More often than not, my man’s already in bed, waiting for me with his staff at full mast.
“Is that for me?” I’ll giggle, my insides already wet with need.
“You know it is,” he growls, fisting the hard length slowly as I shimmy out of my clothes. “Come and get on it,” he commands. More often than not, we’re at it within a minute or two and it’s fabulous. The older man takes me every which way so that I’m constantly sore and achy these days, not to mention exhausted from getting only a few hours of sleep per night. Honestly, sometimes, I want to cry from fatigue, but I don’t because nothing’s better than the hours of ecstasy I spend in my man’s arms.
But there’s a downside too. When the alarm goes off at five in the morning so that I can sneak back over to my parents’ house, it’s hard to leave Ed’s warm bed. He often pulls me tight and nuzzles my ear.
“Bring a change of clothes next time,” he’s growled more than once. “Just leave for school from here.”
But I can’t do that, can I? For one, my parents would know, and Victoria and Malcolm would throw a shit fit. Even worse, Corey, his son, would know too and that would be the absolute worst. As a result, I drag myself out of bed while it’s still dark, sneaking and fumbling around in the dim light before heading back to my house to pretend like everything’s normal. Then, I make my way to Cedar Toms High just like any graduating senior, except of course, I just slept with one of my classmate’s dads.
But the thing is that I love seeing Ed every night and I don’t want to give it up. I just need to find a way to be awake during my classes because people are starting to notice. Mrs. Burns reprimanded me the other day, and my performance during our volleyball game during gym was downright pathetic. I fell over, I was so tired, and tried to blame it on clumsiness, but everyone could tell that it’s not that I tripped over my own feet. It’s that I’m just too tired to keep my eyes open.
But now, we’re at lunch and I yawn heavily before taking a bite of my ham and cheese. Sam watches me and shakes her head before biting into her own sandwich.
"Are you going to eat those chips?" she asks.
I yawn mightily again and push my tray towards her. "Help yourself. I’m not hungry."
She cocks her head to the right inquisitively.
"What gives, girl? I’m seriously getting kind of worried. You haven’t been eating well for a couple of days now, and you don’t seem like yourself. You hardly participate in class, and I know you love World History. Not only that, but we don’t talk about anything anymore. You’re secretive, and don’t take it the wrong way, Mags, but you are. I just feel like I don’t know what’s going on in your life right now. Is everything okay?"
I shoot her a reassuring smile while rubbing at my eyes.
"I’m sorry. I’m just tired, Sam, that’s all. I haven’t been sleeping well, and it’s catching up with me. I can barely keep my eyes open, never mind complete a full sentence. That’s all it is."
My friend smirks.
"You look like you could use a nap right now," she says. “Like you could put your head down in your arms right here and fall asleep at the table.”
I nod ruefully.
“I could because I’ve been dozing off after school, but any time that I spend napping means I’m not spending that time doing homework, so I try to stay alert. It’s tough though. My eyes feel like they’ve constantly got sand in them, and I swear my hearing’s muffled because I’m so tired.”
Sam shoots me a worried glance.
“But why? Is something keeping you up?”
I want to tell her, but my confession would be too scandalous. Instead, I just smile.
“I don’t know. Just stress, I guess. You know, college applications and all that.”
Sam looks skeptical because she knows I’m not too excited about college, but wisely, she doesn’t say anything.
"Are you ready for that quiz next period?"
I stare at her.
“What quiz?”
Sam stares right back at me.