Fantasy Boyfriend #2 (A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

campus was alive with excitement, school spirit, and of
course, banners with the scarlet and white school colors hanging everywhere.
Even I found myself getting into the spirit. Although it was a crisp and rather
chilly fall day, I knew that being outside would do me good. It always did.
Back home, I had often spent many of my evenings, even in the winter, walking
outside, which served as a perfect opportunity to recap my day, refresh my mind,
and boost my spirits and enthusiasm for whatever was coming up the following
day or week.
    Actually, I did prefer to be alone most of the time,
and while I really enjoyed the company of my sorority sisters, there were times
when I simply relished my solitude. For that reason, but not the only one, I
found it easier to attempt to shove thoughts of Luke to the back of my mind.
When he did come to the forefront, I forced myself to remember that
relationships also came with complications. Who needed the complication of
sharing histories, dreams, and aspirations – not that Luke had done any sharing
whatsoever on our first and only date. He was still as much of a mystery to me
as he had been when he’d come to pick me up on his motorcycle.
    That evening, as we all donned our jackets and
prepared to walk to campus together and over to the field, thoughts of Luke
were far from my mind. The girls were excited, laughing, joking, and teasing
one another. The closer we got to campus, the busier it got. A line of cars
threaded their way down and around the block encompassing the field, waiting
their turn to pull into the parking lot. Students, teachers, and staff were
also seen, some walking alone, others in pairs or small groups, toward the
field. It was the first big game of the year, so naturally enthusiasm and
excitement was high.
    As the girls and I threaded our way through the crowd,
all of us holding hands so that we wouldn't get separated, I began to feel the
thrill of excitement. The school band played at the far side of the field,
providing entertainment for the crowd before the game actually started. The
stadium lights shone down on the grass field, which to me looked exactly like a
football field, although the markings were a bit different. The metal bleachers
were filling up quickly, and I knew it wouldn't be long before it would be
standing room only. The three snack bars sent a variety of odors wafting into
the air: hot dogs, popcorn, and funnel cakes were the usual fare.
    As we rounded a cluster of cars to make our way toward
one of the main entrances to the field, I pulled up short. There, not twenty
feet away, I saw a couple standing near the trunk of a car. They were wrapped
in each other's embrace, kissing passionately, not caring who watched. I felt
like a voyeur, but couldn't tear my eyes away. Had Luke and I looked just like
that? If somebody had seen us in the woods that night, would they have seen the
same passion, the same desire? I paused, staring, and the others felt the tug
on their hands and also stopped, turned, and looked.
    At that moment, while the kiss continued, the guy
stroked his hand up the girl’s butt, her lower back, and then upward toward her
chest, finally resting on top of one. I knew he was groping her breast.
    "Oh my God," Desiree snickered. "Why
don't they just get a room, for crying out loud?"
    Selena chuckled. "I'm sure the backseat of the
car would suit their purposes just fine."
    A number of whistles and catcalls were issued by passerbys who briefly stared at the couple making out,
laughed and shook their heads, and then continued on toward the field.
    "Come on, Jessica, let's go grab a seat before
they're all gone," Becky suggested.
    I had just begun to agree when the couple making out
shifted slightly and I saw the guy's arm. A full sleeve tattoo. My heart
thudded in my chest. Could it be? Was that guy making out with the long-haired
blonde a short distance away Luke? More than one guy on campus had full sleeve
tattoos. In truth, the last time