Talking As Fast As I Can Audiobook Novels & Stories

Granted I hadn’t intended on saying them out loud, but once we autistics start a tangent, we just can’t stop it. “I could never take advantage. I mean, I already feel like I’ve done more than enough damage letting a crazy person in your building and attacking you like that. I’ve never had a gay man kiss me like that, then again I’ve turned straight men gay and gay women straight, and the disaster of my dating life really has nothing to do with Nicky cursing me.” I’m talking so fast I can’t even be sure that I’m managing English, but either way the Count doesn’t interrupt my breathless tangent. Just listens to me like I did him no matter how insane it is.

My foot tapped impatiently, my mouth itching me to say something witty to annoy him. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Cookie, shut up. Don't talk. Don't talk. Don't talk! I heard my breath and bit my lip, I can do this, I can do this… I can't do this! I have to talk!

Speed asks. “ One is I wanted to ride with you. It would have been better if you were on the back of my bike but I’ll take what I can get. Second, I figured this would be a safe place for us to talk. No one to interrupt. No one to overhear. A place where you and I can talk freely.” I say. Speed huffs and puts her hands on her grabbable hips. “ Brick, I told you there is nothing for us to talk about. We had a one-time deal. We both know that. I’m sure you are used to that so I don’t know why you insist we talk about it. I just needed to get it out of my system. ” She has an attitude with me and her body is defensive. I expected that. But if she thinks a little sass is going to push me away sh

Jack explained as he began driving out of the parking lot. I remained silent, not knowing what to offer him in response in fear that I might piss him off even more. He shifts his car into sports mode as he reaches the main roads, and begins speeding to his destination. The speedometer reaches 120mph and I squeeze my eyes shut in fear that we might crash. "Please slow down Jack." I pleaded as I wrapped my hand around the door handle in fear for my life. "Shut the fuck up. Don't even talk to me right now and worry about getting your fucking story straight because you're going to need something really good to save you right now." He explained as he pressed his foot further onto the gas, causing

"No need to overreact, Max. I'm fine. I just want to get there soon. " What did you think of the beginning of the book? - He asks, with the good intention of distracting me. " It's working. It's excellent storytelling, at least it diverts my attention to something else. " That's good, at least. Hit the road again, then? You know I'm driving as fast as possible, but we need to think about our safety too. I give him a wan smile. " I know. And I want to thank you for what you're doing...

The tension bends the air, elastic, until finally he exhales through his nose, sighing almost conversational. “Have you guys ever done something stupid to impress a girl?” Over the phone, the voice is metallic, detached, almost casual, as though we’ve been discussing bad dates instead of bloodshed. The sudden topic turn makes the inside of the car hitch, a weird, dangerous humor cracking through the grime of the moment. It’s the kind of pivot that makes your pulse race — not from laughter, but from the sheer insanity of not knowing where the hell he’ll go next. “Like learn a new language?” No one answers. So he continues — “Here I am, torturing my brain with some useless language that … acco

stop myself from getting drowned! "Ugh! Achilles! Aki..." I breathed out, trying to keep up with his fast pace. "Say that again." Huh? "Say that again, baby. What did you called me, huh? Aki? I like that. Say that again." He said while breathing so hard as he pounded on me. I couldn't believe that he's really this good to the point that he can even multitask. He's indeed, a pro. "Aki. Fucking make it faster, Aki." I said hoarsely.

I rush out saying almost cringing at my words. Why the hell am I even talking too fast…. Considering my social skills is that of a socialist New Yorker i shouldn’t be trembling while making conversation with anyone! I watch his handsome jaw tighten and his eyes close for a minute before he stares back at me.. Fuck! He isn’t just anyone… “Well that’s not much time,” he says. “Well in my book It’s enough.”I murmur almost cringing at the way the words came out wrongly as if confirming what neither of us says.

Justin's words got stuck in his throat. He looked like he'd just swallowed a fly. Immediately, he flew into a rage. "You want to break up with me? How dare you say you want to break up with me when I haven't even said it yet, you shameless, two-timing bitch!"

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