Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Click.
I was even the blushing young girl, legs straddling the sea wall, a boy I rather liked sliding closer and closer between my open legs. I felt the heat of his hungry eyes, felt the cool dampness of his fingertips dancing under my shirt, tracing the wire of my bra. We’re invisible. No one sees us. No one in the world has been this in love, this desperate to touch, this unimaginably happy. I knew without hesitation that I would forever be safe in that boy’s arms. No matter how my heart screamed for me to be cautious, to heed its warnings, I still fell into the boy with the long, dark shaggy hair and the cool hands and the thick erection hiding beneath his jeans.
Click.
I was lost in a new city, in a new country, in a new language and corner of the world. I wandered the streets and took photos until the sun disappeared over the water’s horizon, and I realized Theo and I never discussed what time to meet back on the dock.
Then I asked myself why I thought Theo would meet me at all.
He wasn’t my caretaker. Or, as he had pointed out, my master.
I shivered at the memory of that comment, of the way his pupils dilated when the words rolled off his tongue. He had watched me closely for a reaction, and I wondered if the one he got was the one he desired.
I didn’t understand him, and more frustrating, I didn’t understand me when he was near.
He was scrambling me like a frying pan of eggs, and the more I tried to figure out why, the more lost I felt.
I found a café with free Wi-Fi on my way back to the boat, messaging my sister to update her on my travels. She sent a full page of emojis when I told her I was on Theo’s boat for the summer instead of traipsing around on my own, and when I asked how volleyball was going, for the first time in my life, she answered with a short it’s great before demanding that I tell her everything I knew about Theo Whitman.
I laughed, thumbing through my memory card until I found a picture of drunk Audrey and Nicolette hanging all over him from the other night. I snapped a picture of the camera display and sent it to Juniper, who answered with a long line of exclamation points.
I knew he was a dirty little playboy!
Ask him if he wants a new sugar baby.
I rolled my eyes on a laugh at that, and then with a promise to check in again soon, I shoved my phone away and walked the rest of the way to the dock.
I thought about it, though, as I walked, how Juniper would fit nicely with Theo. She was just as gorgeous as he was, and charming, and smart. She’d match him wit for wit. She’d be able to play games with girls like Nicolette and Audrey, and I knew with utmost certainty she’d beat them, too.
I frowned at the thought, shaking it away and letting my mind wander elsewhere the rest of the walk back.
I didn’t know if Theo was already back on the yacht when I crossed the ramp to the main deck. If he was, he was nowhere to be found, and so I decided to turn in for the night and thank him again the next time I did see him. The photos I’d captured were strong ones. I knew without even looking. I’d felt it when I snapped them.
I could hear the crew downstairs when I got back to the cabin, likely eating their late dinner or perhaps partying already since Theo was off the boat. Either way, I ignored the note on the bed from Joel saying I could join them when I got back, and instead, gave in to my exhaustion, peeling my clothes off and flopping down face first on the bed.
I was asleep before I could even make it under the covers, but I felt Joel when he came in later that night, covering me up before he slipped under the sheets, too. He kissed my neck, slow and tender at first, but then harder, his pelvis rolling against my ass, hands groping my breasts under my shirt.
He smelled like booze, like a mix of tequila and gin, and the sloppy way he kissed me told me he’d had more than just a drink. Normally, it wouldn’t bother me. But for some reason, this time, it soured my gut. The more aggressively he kissed, the more my heart raced in my chest as I struggled to keep my breathing even, my body limp.
I could have just opened my eyes, turned in his arms, and met his eager kisses with those of my own. I could have kissed down his navel, taken him in my mouth and done just what I know he likes until he came. I could have slid my panties to the side and let him inside me. I could have done anything at all.