Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Did I really want to start something I couldn’t finish?
I kicked the ball up, bounced it off my chest, and then did a few foot drills while I contemplated what to do next.
“Hey.”
My whole body froze when I heard her voice.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d wanted to hear it until now.
Turning around, my eyes widened.
“You’re sweaty.”
She started to laugh. “I had practice. Volleyball. I got your text. I was about to text you back when I saw you up here, so I thought I’d come say hi.”
I hadn’t realized that she was in volleyball.
I hadn’t realized she was still in high school…which made me feel incredibly awkward.
I was eighteen. Which meant I was at least two years older than her.
Her brother was one year older than her, and he was still in high school, so I suppose I should’ve put two and two together.
I hadn’t, though.
“You’re still in high school?” I blurted.
Her smile slipped. “Yeah…why? Didn’t you know?”
I frowned. “Jay’s still in high school. I guess I kind of thought you were the older one.”
She shook her head. “Jay’s eighteen months older than me, but he failed two classes last year, so he had to repeat the grade. They considered letting him graduate with summer school, but since it was math and reading, they—my parents—decided that it was best to let him repeat.”
I’d actually known that. Her brother had been good friends with Tobias for a while now…a couple years, at least. I hadn’t realized that they were in different grades, though.
“Oh,” I said, not able to think of anything better to say.
Krisney shifted from foot to foot, and that’s when I saw that she was in tight black shorts—and when I say tight, I meant that they left very little to the imagination—and a tank top that molded to her every curve.
My dick hardened behind my soccer shorts, and I dropped the ball that was under my arm to hold in front of my dick.
It was incredibly embarrassing.
“I guess I’ll go…”
Before she could take even two steps, I was in front of her, stopping her forward movement.
“Go out with me,” I blurted.
Her eyes widened.
“You want to go out with me?” she asked in surprise.
I nodded. “That’s why I sent the text.”
Her mouth tipped up into a small smile. “You said ‘hey.’”
I shrugged. “If you’d have answered back, I would’ve followed up with ‘do you want to go out to dinner.’”
She started to snicker, and then her eyes met mine.
Something flashed so fast in their depths that before I could get a gauge on what it was, it was gone.
“Sure.”
And just like that, all was right with my world once again.
“Good.”
“I like your shirt.” She reached forward and peeled the wet fabric away from my skin. “After you wash it, can I borrow it?”
My mouth kicked up into a grin. “I don’t think that it’ll fit you.”
I let my eyes trail up the length of her body, and she blushed bright red before laughing.
“No, but I can wear it to sleep in,” she admitted. “Where do you want to go eat, and do I have time to go home and shower first?”
I nodded. “Take all the time you need.” I paused. “Can I pick you up?”
Her eyes studied me for a second, and then she nodded. “Unless you want my dad bringing me to the date, I think that’ll be best.”
My brows furrowed. “You don’t have a car?”
She shook her head. “No…my parents don’t believe in cars.”
“But Jay has one.”
“Let me rephrase…my parents don’t believe in cars for me.”
One eyebrow cocked up at that. “That’s sexist.”
“That’s my life. My mother makes the rules, I just follow them or pay the consequences.”
I actually had met her mother once before when she was dropping Jay off for the weekend. She was a bitch. I remembered her staring at our house with a disgusted look overtaking her features before she could smooth them into a blank mask.
I’d brought it up to my brother after Jay had been picked up the next day, and Tobias had explained that Jay’s parents were super rich and didn’t really like it much that he was spending so much time at the Hail house.
“Will your mother be okay with me taking you out?” I finally asked.
I’d hate to find out that she wasn’t.
Krisney paused, thinking it over. “Technically? Not yet. I have about four months until I’m seventeen, and officially considered an adult. Age of consent is seventeen in Texas…so if that’s what you’re worried about…”
Age of consent. Sex. Oh my God.
I’d thought about it before, of course. But I didn’t think she’d just bring it up in a casual conversation like we were having.
“That doesn’t mean that she will be okay with it…”
I bit my lip as I thought about it. “Maybe we should just get it out of the way. Are your parents home? I’ll come introduce myself before we go out.”