Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I pull up to the address and take a second, holding onto the steering wheel, my stomach feeling like it’s going to come out of my throat. I see his SUV parked in the driveway as I take in his house. It’s a house I can totally see him in. Modern yet sleek. The front door is brown with eight windows and it’s surrounded by more windows on the side of the door as well as all the way to the roof. I grab the bag from the passenger seat, picking up my phone, and tucking it into my back pocket.
I nervously walk up the paved driveway to the front door and take a deep inhale before I press the doorbell.
I can see him walking to the door and I can’t help but smile when he opens it. He’s wearing a pair of black joggers with a black Warriors T-shirt. “Welcome,” he greets me, putting his hand out to the side and then moving to let me step in.
“Hi, am I late?” I ask him, not sure if I should go in for a side cheek kiss or a hug.
“You are right on time.” He closes the door behind me. “I was just going to put the nachos in.” He looks down at me, both of us not sure what to do. “You look very pretty,” he compliments softly. My breathing comes in slowly. “But then when don’t you look pretty?” I swallow down the lump. “Come in,” he says before turning to walk into the house.
I take a look around to see the ceiling in the foyer is open all the way up to the top of the house. The room on the right is the formal living room with a baby grand piano in the corner, which is in front of what must be the formal dining room. The staircase is very modern, all wood but open between. I make my way into a hallway and then enter where I think they usually hang out. The room opens again like it does at the entrance, making the family room light up in the natural light from the windows taking up the entire back of the house. The massive U-shaped couch faces a television and fireplace. “Guys, come and say hi to Kylie,” he urges, and I see the kids pop up from the couch, with Nora being the first one who comes over to me.
“Kylie,” she chirps my name with a huge smile, “we’re having tacos.” She’s looking at the white bag in my hand.
“I brought dessert.” I hold the bag up and she tries to peek inside of it. “It’s cinnamon rolls,” I whisper and her eyes go big.
“With frosting or without?” she asks and I don’t know if it’s a good answer or not.
“Both,” I answer and she nods her approval.
“Phew,” I say, wiping my forehead, “glad I passed the test.” I joke with her and look over to see Knox in the kitchen leaning back on the counter, watching us, his arms folded over his chest.
“Hey, Kylie,” Westley says to me, his eyes on his game and he doesn’t move from the couch.
Vincent is like his father and gets up, coming over to me. “Hey,” I say to him and hold up my hand for him to give me the high-five I taught him at the game.
“At the end,” he suggests, “we should open our hand like boom.”
“We can try it,” I say, repeating the special handshake and the boom makes it. “That’s even better.” He smirks like he knew this all along.
Nora goes back to the couch, following Vincent as he falls over the side of it and rolls back on. I walk into the kitchen, putting the cinnamon rolls on the counter. “Can I do anything?” I ask him as I walk around the island to stand next to him. My hands itch to touch him, and my body shivers to have him touch me. My eyes focus on him as if my life depends on it.
“It’s all good,” he assures me. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asks and I shake my head.
“I’m good.” I look around, seeing a pan on the stove and hear the frying of meat.
“I just started the meat for the tacos,” he says and I nod. “I made a bit of meat for the nachos too. I hope that’s okay.”
“Hey, chips and cheese with meat,” I joke with him, “you already won.”
He chuckles. “What did you do today?” he asks me, walking over and stirring the beef.
“I went to two workout classes,” I tell him, and he looks over at me.
“Two?” His eyebrows go up.
“I had pent-up energy.” I wink and he chuckles, looking down into the pan. “Had to get rid of it.”
“That’s a good way.” He looks over at me. “I know another way.”