Im Not Done With You Yet Novels & Stories

“Next time?” “You’re not done with me yet.” She smirked. “You have no idea, Nina.”

And we are not done. Not yet.

Not yet. Not today.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

Thank you for staying. More soon.

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” I smile against his skin and close my eyes.

Not finished. Not even close.

Sophia was still out there. And she wasn’t done with me yet.

I'm not buying the house. And I'm done with Jack.

“Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” My knees nearly buckled. We were only getting started.