Just One More Touch Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
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I’ll never make that kind of money.

I live in a cramped, but affordable, apartment, and there’s no way I’ll land a job making a high enough income to afford a house like this. But I’m fine with that. I want to give back and be there for the kids who need help. I’m almost there. I only have one more semester to go until I graduate.

I always knew this job was for me. Deep down, I know I can make a difference. I’m petite, and I have a young face with a higher-pitched voice, causing most people to not take me seriously. But that works to my advantage when it comes to the younger kids in the program. I’ve always been a people watcher, and I’m not a threat. People don’t try to hide around me because there isn’t a reason to. I’m not a threat. I have a gift for understanding personalities.

They try to put on a show with their bad behavior, but I see who they really are. And that’s the first step to getting them help. They can open up to unsuspecting, little ole me and that makes me proud. It makes me feel fulfilled.

Right now I need to study though. I look down at the book in my lap and almost groan out loud.

These chapters on morals and ethics aren’t going to read themselves. I've highlighted almost every line in the last three chapters, and I still have no idea what I've read. I just can't focus. Being home for break is throwing me off my usually good study habits.

A creak from behind me and the clicking of heels on the tile followed by the clank of keys being tossed onto the table in the hall makes me sit up straight. Oh thank God; Sandra’s home. My lips kick up into a smile, a distraction!

Maybe she’ll want to open a bottle of wine and watch a chick flick. I deserve a break tonight, and Sandra’s always good for a girls' night. No matter where life takes us, I know that much. There’s something about the bond between sisters that will always bring us back together.

As Sandra walks into the wide doorway, I start closing my books and putting my stuff back in my Kate Spade pebbled leather tote. It was a Christmas gift from her, and I freaking love it. I wanna make sure she sees I’m already using it. I make a mental note to remember to buy her something really nice for her birthday.

“Hey,” she says as she drapes her tweed pea coat on the back of the sofa. She pulls her hair over her shoulders and walks straight to the fire. “It’s fucking freezing out there.” Her cheeks are bright red from the cold. I hate the cold.

“Yeah, but it looks pretty,” I answer back, and she snorts a laugh. We both hate the cold.

“What are you studying tonight?” she asks as she casually drops onto the couch next to me.

“Morals and ethics.”

“Well, that sounds fascinating!” she says sarcastically, and I grin.

“Yeah well, I’m done for the night.” I lie on the sofa, putting my feet on the seat right by her thighs. “How was work?” I ask.

“Busy. I'm exhausted.” She yawns as she leans back into the sofa.

“Feel like opening a bottle of wine and vegging out in front of the TV?” I stare at the ceiling, feeling like a slacker. “I can't study anymore tonight.” I didn’t really study at all, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Actually, Tony’s on his way over,” she says easily and then covers her yawn. “We were just going to hang out here for a while.”

“Oh, okay. I'll get out of your way then.” Tony. Her boy toy. I haven’t met him yet, so I’m definitely going to sneak down while he’s here. I don’t wanna step on her toes while I’m visiting, but I’m not passing up a chance to see who she’s always talking about.

“I really should be studying anyway,” I say and a yawn slips out of my mouth at the last word. I blame her yawn; they’re addictive.

“No!” she says, smacking my leg. “Stay and hang out with us! I really want you to meet him,” she says, giving me a pleading look. “And he’s bringing a friend over, so you won't be a third wheel.”

I have to stop myself from groaning. She better not be trying to set me up. I have a bad feeling that’s exactly what she’s doing. It’s her style and the men she picks are never my type. I bite my tongue at that last thought. “You deserve a break,” she says softly, giving me puppy eyes again. “You've been working so hard.”

“Okay,” I say halfheartedly. I’m not really looking forward to being set up. I put a little more pep into my voice. “Sounds good! I'll hang out for a little bit, and then get back to studying.” That’s a lie. I’ll hang out and then go crash upstairs. Fuck studying, but it’s a good excuse to bail later tonight. All this hard work has made me lame. But whatever, I need my beauty sleep. The thought forces another yawn out, as if my body agrees.



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