Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
“I don’t have cable.”
“I can sign into my account. We can stream something.”
Greyson rarely watched television. He mainly relied on books for entertainment, so he wasn’t even aware that sharing accounts was possible, but he liked the idea of Wren further mingling her life with his.
Once she logged into Netflix and played a preview for the chick show she wanted to watch, he frowned, dizzy from just a preview of such small-town chaos.
“What do you think?”
“Absolutely not.”
She clicked her tongue. “It’s a perfect show for binge-watching.”
“They talk too fast, and I already have a headache.” No way could he put up with hours of that. “Find something with a little less estrogen.”
She rolled her eyes. “You mean something more manly?”
“Yes.” He sniffled, and shivered under the blanket, cradling his soup as he waited for it to cool.
“Of course, my fragile little cupcake.”
She scrolled for a while as he slurped and hummed over the delicious comfort food. Who knew so many shows existed? The overwhelming amount of choices exhausted him.
“What about vampires? Is that manly enough?”
He’d probably fall asleep as soon as she put something on. “Sure.” He swallowed down the last drop of broth. “Is there more soup?”
She cued up a movie and took his bowl to get a refill.
He watched what seemed a dreary opening to a thriller. “I think this is the longest I’ve watched my TV since I bought it.”
“I can tell.”
A moss covered forest filled the screen as a young deer nibbled at a fern and some chick talked about dying. The deer bolted as something chased it then a teenager appeared holding a cactus. “What is this?”
“Twilight.”
He frowned. “Isn’t this a show for little girls?”
“No. It’s a saga for all ages. Shh, you have to listen.”
Fantastic, he was locked into a five-movie marathon about high school vampires. “I should have picked the small-town fast talkers.”
“Give it a chance.”
Too weak to steal the remote, and unsure how to even use the damn thing, he settled in with his second bowl of soup. He must have had quite the fever, because the movie actually held his interest. By the time Bella fell in love with Edward, Greyson was thoroughly invested.
“Isn’t he a hundred years older than her?”
“It’s an age-gap romance.”
“I’d say.”
By the second movie, he was locked in and pissed at Edward for disappearing on Bella. It made him think of all the times he’d done that to Wren. Glancing over at her, his stomach bottomed out at the sound of her delicate sniffle.
“Are you crying?”
“Don’t judge me.” She wiped her eyes. “It’s sad.”
He stared back at the television where Bella sobbed in abandonment and guilt choked him. Was that what it had been like for Wren?
He never imagined her missing him that much, but whenever he came back from his long trips at sea, she always welcomed him with cold fury. The realization hit him like a physical blow. He was as bad as Edward, disappearing without explanation, leaving her to wonder if he’d ever come back.
He took her hand and squeezed. “I’m sorry.”
She frowned. “For what?”
He shook his head, unsure if she even thought of those times anymore. “Not telling you what was in my head.”
Her smile looked sad. “You’re getting better at sharing your feelings.”
“I’m trying.”
The plot on the screen thickened. Edward needed to get back to Forks and do something about Wolf-Boy. “He better handle that dog sniffing around his territory.”
“I like Jacob. Edward abandoned her.”
He scowled, shocked to find them on opposing sides. “Wren, we like Edward. She’s supposed to wait for him.”
Wren laughed. “Well, I guess we know what team you’re on.”
Greyson pulled Rat to his chest as Wren cleared the dishes. He was totally comfortable until she reappeared in her coat and hat.
He sat up. “Where are you going?”
“I told you, I have that massage.”
He paused the movie, wishing for a way to prevent her from rubbing oil all over some big city jerk. “How long will you be?”
“A little over an hour.”
He wobbled to his feet. “I’ll get my keys.”
“Sit your butt down.” She pushed him back and he collapsed like a sack of rocks. “You’re not leaving that couch.”
Defeated and annoyed with his weakness, he coughed. “I should drive you. The roads are getting icy.”
“It’s a two-minute ride, Grey. I’ll be fine. Besides,” she pointed to the television. “You’re so into this.”
“Am not.”
“Whatever you say.” She bundled up in her scarf and gloves and then kissed his head. “We’ll see if you’re still team Edward when I get back.”
“Who else’s team would I be on?”
She gave him a knowing look, then chuckled and opened the door.
“Text me when you get there so I don’t worry.”
“I will.” She shut the door and left.
Greyson looked down at Rat. “As soon as I’m over this cold, you and I are going douchebag hunting.” He hit play.