Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
"I didn't—"
"I know." He wasn’t doing that to break the barrier of my virginity. I’m not sure he even knew I was a virgin.
I scramble to sit up and pull my panties back into place. My eyes drop to his cock, which is still out and hard, and I can see the tinge of blood on the tip.
"Tilly," he starts again, but a rush of emotion hits me at once.
"I need a second." I can’t fully process it because I’ve never experienced this before.
I totally messed this all up. Gah, I have a knack for that. When my phone goes off again, I use it as an excuse to back up and cover myself. I hear Paxton mutter a curse as I grab my phone, seeing it’s Molly.
“I have to take this; it’s Molly,” I say, checking my phone. “She’s called and texted. Something might be wrong.”
His response is a grunt, making me glance back over my shoulder to see him righting his own clothes.
“Can you get me something to wear?” I ask. He nods, and if I'm not mistaken, he’s pissed. That makes two of us. I’m mad at me too.
I read Molly’s texts that simply tell me to call her and then a bunch of red alert bell emojis. I text her back to give me a second.
“This work?” He hands me a shirt and a pair of sweats.
“Yeah, thanks.” I take them from him. “Can I go somewhere to put them on? I need to call Molly too.” He pauses, and I can tell he doesn’t want me to go anywhere.
“The primary bathroom is there.” He motions down the hallway. “I’m going to run out and make sure Dominick is good for the night before this storm gets any worse.”
“Okay,” I say as Paxton grabs his coat off the ground. I want to tell him I’m sorry, but the words don’t come. Instead I take the coward's way out and scurry to his bedroom and then straight into the bathroom.
The second the door is closed and locked behind me, I call Molly. Now it’s me that needs to talk to her.
"We've got a problem," Molly says when she answers the phone. "Is he around?"
"Paxton?"
"Yeah."
"How—"
"I track you." Right, how could I forget?
"No, why?"
"I think we have Paxton all wrong."
My stomach sinks. "What do you mean?" I sit down on the side of the antique clawfoot bathtub.
"I got bored."
"Oh god." That's never good for either of us. We get into the most trouble when we’re bored.
"I was only going to peek. I was curious."
"Fill in the blanks here, Molly." I don’t have a clue what she is talking about.
"On your dating app. I logged in to see if you got any hits or whatever."
"Okay." I could care less. She can poke around on there all she wants. When she’s done, she can delete it too.
I don’t have a need for it. I have Paxton now, and I’m no longer fighting what’s happening between us. Even now I hate the space I’ve made and want to go back to him.
"Paxton is on there,” she says, and my shoulders drop.
"I told him he should try the app," I mutter. I already told her this too. I’m disappointed he did it if he was really into me this much. I guess I did it to myself.
"Well, he already had it, so he didn't need to go and get it." Dread starts to seep in at the thought, and I will her words to not be true.
"No, he told me that he's been too busy to date." He shared with me his story of completing a fast-paced college program, graduating, and receiving mentorship before relocating here.
"Yeah, well, men say a lot of shit to get into a girl's pants. Too bad for him I caught his ass before he could try it on you. Sucker!" The line goes quiet. "Agree with me," she says after a beat.
"I can't."
"Holy crap. You've been there five seconds,” she says, and I groan. "Shit, sorry."
“Are you sure?” I don’t want to believe it.
“I mean, there are pictures and such. It looks older and also well used.”
“All right.” What else do I say?
“It could be fake,” Molly says, and a spark of hope blooms. “Unless you tell me he’s got a donkey tattoo.” She snorts a laugh. “Oh god, you went quiet again. He does?” I don’t bother answering because I don’t want to.
“I’m stuck here for the time being.” Tears sting at my eyes, and it pisses me off. I lost my virginity to him. Well, that was kind of my fault, but he came in me. Not only am I not on birth control, but what if he gave me something? He didn’t mention a condom at all. Does that mean he never uses them?
“I’m sorry, Tills. This is my fault.” It’s just like Molly to try and take the blame, but I’m not letting her.