Worth the Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys #1) by K. M. Neuhold Read Free Book Online Page A

table,” I wink at her.
    She rolls her eyes at me. I’m not sure why but it is exceedingly fun to annoy the shit of out her.
                  “Don’t hold your breath.”
                  I laugh and reach out to touch her leg. She tenses and recoils slightly. My stomach plummets and I pull my hand back. I’m dying to ask about what’s made her so uncomfortable with being touched. She’s an enigma for sure, because she’s a total cuddle whore but if the touch is unexpected she startles like a Chihuahua. Then again, maybe I don’t want to know why, I’m sure it’s not a happy story.
                  “Sorry.”
                  “You’re fine, it’s me. I’m...a mess,” She says sadly.
                  “I don’t think you’re as much of a mess as you think you are,” I assure her.
                 
                 

Chapter 7
    Abby
    Tomorrow night I’ll be able to sleep without smoking pot, I promise myself as usual. A light knock at my door nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Before I can have my stash safely stored away my door cracks open. When I see it’s Ethan I glare at him.
    “It’s polite to wait for a response after you knock before entering a woman’s bedroom,” I admonish him. My skin tingles as he shoots me a lopsided, not even mildly apologetic, smile.
    Suddenly I realize I’m alone with Ethan in my bedroom. I probably would’ve realized this more immediately if my brain wasn’t so foggy from the pot. My heart kicks into overdrive and my lungs constrict. 
                  “Has anyone ever told you that you have a real fetish for rules associated with knocking on a door?” He quips.
    I let out a forced laugh, doing my best to hide the fact that my hands are shaking so badly I actually drop my stash box as I try to shove it under my bed.
    “Besides if I had waited then you would have managed to hide your stash of pot before I could catch you and make you share with me.” He plops down on the bed next to me and waves at me to pull my box back up.
    My body tenses. He’s in my bed. I start to scramble away but his hand wraps around my bicep. I wrench it away and glare at him.
    “Don’t fucking touch me,” I hiss.
    Surprise and guilt fill his ice blue eyes and he puts his hands up in surrender.
    “I’m sorry Red. I only wanted to hang out and smoke pot with you. I’ll go.” He starts to get off the bed and the panic in my mind starts to clear.
    “Wait,” I take several deep breaths and pick my box up off of the floor where I’d dropped it.
    I promised myself that I wasn’t going to be that person anymore. I can’t let the fear control my life. He can’t hurt me. I won’t allow him to hurt me. I continue to breathe deeply until my heart rate finally returns to normal, and then I force a smile.
    “Getting high with a philosopher, this should be interesting.”
    I pass him a joint and my lighter. He stretches out on the bed next to me and suddenly my king size bed feels way too small. He eyes me wearily for several seconds like he’s waiting for me to flip out again.   
                  “Are you okay?” He asks after a few tokes.
                  “Why wouldn’t I be?” I snip rolling a second small joint for myself.
                  “It just looks like you’ve been crying and you kind of freaked when I sat down. If you want to talk I’m a great listener,” He offers.
                  “I don’t want to talk about why I was crying. And, I just needed a minute to calm down, you startled me. We can talk about something else.” I offer.
    No point in pretending I wasn’t crying, I’m sure I’m a mess.
    “So, lay some philosophy on me.”  
                  He takes a few more tokes with a pensive look on his face.
                  “I guess the major philosopher who really speaks to me is Jean Paul