Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Unbidden, a tear fell down my cheek. “Hey, what’s this for?” Derek asked as he swiped it away with his thumb.
“I’m going to miss you, t-too,” I whispered, my voice catching at the end.
Derek cupped each of my cheeks. “It’s not the end. London is hardly a million miles away. I can come visit you, and I’m sure you’ll be home to see your family throughout the year.”
He was right. This wasn’t the end. I would see him again, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have moved on by then. He’d been single all year while we’d been hanging out, but he would get a girlfriend sooner or later and then possibly, a wife. He would never be mine like he had been this year, and that was why I needed to appreciate the time we had left.
“I’d love for you to come visit,” I said at last, and his expression softened. His gaze tipped over my cheeks and nose, lowering to my lips before flicking back up.
“Let’s make the most of tonight, eh?” he murmured, a thread of huskiness in his voice. “Properly celebrate the first day of the rest of your life.”
“Yes,” I said, pushing down all the pesky feelings I had for him that battled to rise to the surface. “Let’s make this the best night of our lives.”
7.
Derek
I was in hell while trying to keep it together and plaster on a happy face. Milly was leaving, and the thought was agony. It’d been bad enough not seeing her while she was away in Spain this past month. I’d thrown myself into work, focusing on learning everything I could about running a hotel so I didn’t spend time wallowing over her. I’d never felt for anyone the way I felt for Milly. And perhaps being friends all year was a mistake because being around her had only worsened the situation. I needed her, craved her, wanted her, desired her.
All the things you weren’t supposed to feel for a friend, I felt for Milly O’Shea.
It also didn’t help that she was wearing a dress so short and tight it should be illegal. I’d never seen her dressed so provocatively, her tan legs fully on display, her curvy hips begging for my grip. The dress was the exact shade of deep blue I loved on her. Her hair hung long and silky around her shoulders, and I had to battle the urge to gather it in my hand, wrap it around my knuckles like a rope and …
Okay, I needed to stifle that thought.
It was Leaving Cert results night, and we were all headed into town. I remembered getting my results last year. I’d gone out with the lads, and although there were lots of girls willing to get with me, I had zero interest. All my thoughts were with the girl who was at home, studying and doing chores for her parents, because that was Milly. She put others above herself a lot of the time. So, although the idea of her leaving fucked me up, I was also proud of her. She was doing something for herself, starting her life and taking a step toward her future. For as long as I’d known her, all she’d ever done was make sure her sisters were cared for so her parents could work to pay the bills.
Perhaps moving to London was the only way she’d finally break free of the feeling of duty to her mother and father and focus on what she wanted.
“So, where to?” Aidan asked when the train arrived at our destination. “I know a great club where—”
“We’re not going there again,” I interjected, knowing the exact club he was about to mention. It was way too rowdy for Milly and her friends, not to mention my sister.
“Just because you’ve decided to turn into a monk, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to,” Aidan argued, and I scowled at him. Milly glanced at me, seemingly curious about what Aidan had said. These last few months, he’d really started to notice how I wasn’t interested in getting with girls anymore. Not since I began hanging out with Milly. It had led to Aidan bestowing me with the nickname “Monk Derek.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to go anywhere that you approve of either,” Tara said, levelling her black rimmed eyes on Aidan. The two of them were like chalk and cheese, constantly rubbing each other the wrong way. And whenever my friend group hung out with Milly’s, Aidan and Tara were sure to get into a row over something.
“Of course, you don’t,” Aidan fired back. “You’d prefer to skulk in a dark corner listening to My Chemical Romance and plotting your next kill.”
That was one of his regular put downs. He often told Tara she had serial killer eyes, and she’d retort with something witty like, Yah, and I only kill brain dead party boys, so you’re next on my victim list.