If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

I said and broke the hug then pull him closer to me and take a selfie of our. Soon we reached on the ground. "Next what?" I asked with excitement. "Now for the next fifty minutes...." Before he finished I interrupt him. "Well, Mr. Gray if you remember you already waste your one hour and some mintues in driving the way here don't we?" I said folding my hands in front of my chest. "Well Miss. Wotson, driving the way here and go back is not applicable here. So please, only fourty five minutes are left." He said. I just smiled and shake my head in disbelief.

The numbers swam into one another until it became a red heart. I shook my head and tried again, willing myself to forget that Damon was there and he was still watching but the more I tried to not think of him the more his wink replayed in my head. I sighed loudly, I was doomed! “You have five minutes left” Mr. Tim said and that was all I needed to get back on track. I scribbled the answers for as fast as I could, being sure to make no mistakes on my solving. In less than the time Mr. Tim gave I was already done, my fingers shivering slightly from the sprint.

"Maybe less." I looked down at the digital clock on my dashboard. "We only have six hours total." "Then we move fast," Marcus said.

I stared at them until my eyes burned, trying to make sense of how my life had turned into a business negotiation in the span of thirty minutes. I looked at the room we had shared for five years, surrounded by evidence of the life we had built together. The bed where we used to wake up tangled together on Sunday mornings. The dresser that held both our clothes mixed together. The photograph on the nightstand from our honeymoon, both of us laughing at something long forgotten, looking at each other like we had just discovered the secret that would sustain us forever.

Then the timer dropped below one minute. And the race for our lives truly began.

But the faster we ran, the more it seemed like it was miles away. “More like minutes, Alpha,” he retorted. I braced myself before asking the next question. “How many?” “Forty-nine minutes… Alpha.” “Can we make it?” He was silent for a while before responding. “Yes, we can.” “Then let’s run.” I said, as we continued, the others were still lagging behind. … “How many more minutes do we have?” I asked, panting. Now I could clearly see the Salmancas’ mansion.

I just hoped that we would hurriedly have some fun and retire for the night before our parents found out about us. "Five minutes," I managed to speak out. "I'm giving you only five minutes and we'll be done. Is it a deal?"

He said breathlessly. I roll my eyes. Ok, I've learnt a great lesson. When Fred says five minutes, I'll say no, I'll never agree. He said just five minutes but we did it for 35minutes, and we did three rounds all together. He pulls me closer and pecks my lips softly. "Eva, do you know you are so damn addicting. You always leave me craving for more" "Please don't crave for more, I can barely walk now" He chuckles.

"What is the difference five minutes gonna do? Feed me woman!" "If you don't shut up Blake this 5 minutes will increase to 15 minutes. Try me." Cara cooly said to Blake. I can hear Gideon snickering. "Five minutes babe. Yup copy. Actually James is the one who is hungry but I told him you are relaxing. This guy is impatient." Blake explained. I can hear a "ow!" And "what the fudge!" I bet Gideon hit Blake on the head. As promised after 5 minutes we rewash our

We had four more hours until midnight. “Can we do it now?” I whispered.