Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Remember how you told me I could write a book if I wanted to? You could write full-time if you wanted. You’ve got some money to get by on for a while, at least.”
Jeremy still looked puzzled, like he hadn’t expected me to suggest he follow his heart. I’d never admit it, but I was more romantic than anyone, even Sabrina, gave me credit for.
“I guess I could. I’ve got until the end of the summer to decide if I’m going back to Wentworth after Christmas.”
“Do it,” I said, in what Sabrina called my command voice.
Jeremy’s eyes widened. Fuck. Was that a spark of lust?
I had to shift in my seat as my pants became uncomfortably tight. I really hoped Jeremy didn’t notice. Or Sabrina.
“If I work hard enough, I can have my book to an editor by the end of the summer.”
“I’ll check up on you to make sure you’re keeping to that,” I promised. Whoa, I didn’t even know if I’d see Jeremy again. Why would I say such a thing?
“Yes, sir.” Jeremy gave a crisp salute.
I glared in mock offense, hoping Jeremy wouldn’t notice that the words turned me on. I hadn’t thought I was one to get off on playing drill instructor and obedient Marine. Maybe I was wrong.
A man in a velvet jacket stepped onto the stage and asked for everyone’s attention. I concentrated on eating, hoping my body would give up its battle-stations-ready stance if I stopped watching Jeremy.
A few minutes later, the play began, and Jeremy scooted closer to me. “This is Theseus, Duke of Athens. He’s going to be talking to Egeus, who is upset because his daughter Hermia has refused to marry the man he’s chosen for her.”
How the hell was I supposed to pay attention to the play when Jeremy was that close? When another character came out on stage, Jeremy leaned over and whispered his identity in my ear, his breath warm and his lips so close I wanted to lean in enough to feel them brush my skin.
“Now we’re in the fairy wood. You’ll love this part. The characters are so sensual.”
I nodded, afraid to speak. I kept my eyes glued to the stage. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. I wasn’t sure what crazy thing I might do or say if I did. As it was, I wasn’t really seeing the actors. I was picturing Jeremy’s mouth and how very much I wanted to feel those lips caress my ear, my throat, my… fuck no, I wasn’t going there.
“What are they talking about?” I asked Jeremy a bit later when I realized I was utterly lost.
“The various lovers are arguing because Puck has messed up the love spell. If you get lost, don’t worry about the exact meaning. Just follow their tone and notice how passionate they are about each other.”
I suppressed a groan. I’d had no idea how fucking sex-filled Shakespeare was. How could Jeremy sound so unaffected? I didn’t think I was going to make it through the rest of the play. My dick was so hard I could no longer sit comfortably. At least it was getting dark, so hopefully no one, especially Jeremy, would notice.
Sabrina was slouched in her lawn chair, a beer in the cup holder. She appeared to be mesmerized by the play but not as affected as I was. Hell, now I’d have to admit I’d loved it, but not for the reason Jeremy would want me to, and not because it was surprisingly filled with dirty words and innuendos. It wouldn’t matter if the play was the worst-written piece of garbage in the history of the stage, Jeremy could’ve made me love it because he was passionate about it. Could he ever be that passionate about me?
Ask him back to your place so you can find out.
Why would he want to go to my dinky apartment instead of his gorgeous house?
Fine. You have to take him home, so ask yourself in.
No.
Stubborn asshole. Go home with blue balls then.
He doesn’t want to sleep with me.
Look at him.
It was dark now, but I knew how to tell a lot about a man from his shadow in the dark, the way he held himself, and how still he was or how fidgety. Jeremy quivered with excitement, like a kid at the circus. He was on the edge of his chair. His hand rested on my thigh, probably unconsciously. He was all worked up, and I bet he’d be the same if I got him alone and naked. I had never been totally naked with a man, never stretched out in bed beside anyone.
All it takes is the courage to admit who you are.
But apparently, I’m a pathetic coward.
No, you’re not. I heard the words in Jeremy’s voice, remembering how Jeremy seemed to believe I could do anything.