Tiller by Shey Stahl

Author:Shey Stahl [Stahl, Shey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shey Stahl LLC
Published: 2018-03-28T18:30:00+00:00

What a morning so far. First, I find Tiller, pink, and passed out on the bed and the sheets on the bed, pink too from his drunken dip in Kool-Aid vodka. Then I let him dry hump me because suddenly now that we’re fake boyfriend/girlfriend, I let him do these things to me.

Now here we are, four hours later, ready to head to the beach for the wedding.

My eyes wander over Tiller in a suit. I don’t know how I convinced him to wear it and not shorts, but I’m so glad he agreed because I’ve never ever seen him look this good. Oh God, I’m telling you now, it’s almost more than I can take. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. His dark hair, the black suit, the mysterious look he regards me with, it’s all too much. You’re staring too, aren’t you?

Hands off, he’s mine.

Tiller steps forward, his gaze never lifting from mine. He frees one hand from his suit pocket, and cups my cheek, his thumb running over my bottom lip. And then the smirk appears, one side higher than the other. “You’re drooling.”

My breath hitches. “Am not.”

“Yes, you are. And I can’t believe you made me do this.” And then his hand drops to my waist and fists the bland nude silk fabric in his hand. “This dress is ridiculous.”

“You’re telling me.”

We hear the toilet flush and River bounces back into the room. Her hair’s still not brushed and her dress is tucked up in her tights in the back. “I don’t want to go!” she tells me, tossing herself on the floor. “Weddings suck.”

Tiller looks over at her and the butt showing. He laughs.

My mother knocks on the door. “Ready? It’s time to go downstairs.”

Tiller groans and stuffs a travel size bottle of vodka in his pocket. “I’m gonna need this.”

I gesture to my dress. “I wish there was room in here for a flask,” I whisper, picking a floppy River off the floor.

Tiller shoves a second bottle from the mini-bar in his other pocket and kisses my temple. “I got you.”

In my arms, River begins crying, squirming and reaching for Tiller. “Carry me!”

He follows us out of the room, looking at her like she’s lost her mind. “You’re being carried.”

Since meeting Tiller, officially a week ago, it’s apparent I’m no longer her favorite person. I can’t say I blame her. I think I’m more attached to him now too. I know I don’t want him going anywhere.

“No. I want you!” She screams until the vein in her forehead pops out.

“All right, crazy clock.” Tiller takes her from me. “Get it together.”

As we make our way out of the inn, I’m sweating and wishing I wasn’t wearing such an awful and plain dress.

In the lobby of the Inn, two kids ask for Tiller’s autograph and he has to set River down to do it, but he does and I’m kind of glad he did because the boys look awestruck that he gave them a minute. The boys walk away, and my mother takes River by the hand, leading her out of the Inn.

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