If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

All waiting for their second turn. “I don’t need ten minutes,” I say.

“Ahh! That's good to hear, he's got fifty six minutes to prove that.” Then I heard a bang!

I soften my tone just enough. “You have two minutes left.” She shoots me a weird look, drops onto the bed with unnecessary force, and checks an imaginary watch on her wrist. “Hey, that’s too short. If you can’t make it an extra five, then go on your own.” “Really?” She jerks upright, her fists clenched. “Like, really?" “Yeah,” I say, picking up my phone. A new message has been waiting for over six minutes. Lucien: We're off.

Looked up at Caden. He read my face. “What,” he said. I showed him the screen. He read it. We looked at each other. “Five more minutes,” I said. “Five more minutes,” he agreed. But we were already opening it.

I was about to delete the message when my phone chimed. Ding! Quinn: Get over here. You have five minutes.

I looked at the clock and smiled. “Plenty of time, we still have 10 minutes to spare” I mumbled, and her chest kept panting because of our previous activities. She got herself together and whispered “My Alpha… you had better open up a window, or we are not going to hear the end of it, with the company we are expecting…”

“You’re not.” His hand slipped beneath my shirt. “So… think we have time before one of them wakes up?” I arched a brow. “We have ten minutes, max.” “Then we better make it count.”

There are only thirty five minutes till sunrise and I need to get home. Eww ! I hate this life the counsel expects us to live.

She might be asleep, or worse—grieving her loss. I took my chances. “You have five minutes.” Merrick's grin spread wide. “I only need two.”

The timer appeared on screen. Fifty-nine minutes. Fifty-eight minutes. And the world waited to see what we would do.