yeah. You work at that café.”
Huh. She noticed?
Her snobbery disappears for a moment and her eyes actually sparkle when she smiles. Damn it. This is not going to be good for me. I contemplate applying for a dorm transfer, but as I’m thinking it, my stupid mouth moves and encourages this fucking interaction.
“I do and the fact that you know that makes me think you may be stalking me .”
She smiles even broader. I don’t think she knows she’s flirting with me, but her body opens up. I could kiss her right now. I feel like she’d probably pass out. Sure, she has that boyfriend, but I bet she’s never done anything wild.
“You wish,” she says.
The comment is sweet and it’s genuine, but it reminds me of the differences between us. I shut down, letting the momentary fantasy fade.
“I don’t believe in wishing. Anyway, did you want something – other than to walk into me yet again?”
She moves closer and, fuck, I want to kiss her. Why does she smell like strawberries? How many fucking showers does this girl take? I don’t even like strawberries, yet her scent clings to me and makes me stand here, waiting for her to make a move. Walk away , the voice repeats, but I’m not going anywhere.
“Are you going back to the dorm for the night?”
Is she suggesting we go back together? Did taunting her actually work?
“I was planning on it. Why?”
She gestures to my helmet and shrugs. “I’d love to go for a ride.”
Oh, this is good. She’d probably be grounded via text message for even suggesting it.
“You? Would Daddy approve?”
The comment bites and she looks wounded. She steps even closer, though, and the way she stands up for herself just makes me think about fucking her right here in the middle of the quad.
“Look,” she says, “I don’t know what the problem is, but do you want to take me for a ride or not?”
Say no. SAY NO. But I say nothing. I simply turn back toward the parking lot. I don’t really expect her to follow, but she does. Every time I look back at her, she gives me a determined stare. It’s fucking adorable and it kills me.
“So where to?” I ask her when we get to the lot.
She says she doesn’t care, so I hand her a helmet and we take off. There is seriously something wrong with this girl. Even with the wind flying past us and two helmets in the way, I can still make out the faint smell of strawberries lingering in the air between us. Damn her and her eyes and her strawberry hair. She’s going to ruin me; I just know it.
I don’t know where to take her, because the only places I know well are too personal. Instead, I just drive and she clings to me. I can feel the soft outline of her tits pressed to my back and it takes a lot out of me not to pull over and see just how far she wants to take this little charade. I don’t, though, and after a while, I figure we should get back. I want to say something, to brush her fingers with my lips, but I keep my distance. I know what I am to her. I’m a symbol of how bad she wants to be, but I’m not anything real.
When we reach the doors to the dorm, however, I don’t want to let the night end.
“Still feeling wild?”
I hope she’ll say no, that this will be it, because I know I won’t be able to control myself with her and I don’t have anything to offer this girl.
“It’s late,” she says. “And I have to call my boyfriend.”
Ouch. That hurts. But a part of me wonders why she’s spending the night with me instead of with him. “He’s crazy to let you out of his sight.”
I don’t know who makes the move, but suddenly our bodies are only an inch apart. She breathes deep and I wonder what goes through her head when she’s near me. I know there’s nothing going through mine except her eyes, strawberries, and the incredible pain I’m going to be in later tonight if she walks away right now. Already my cock is throbbing and I have to fight not to push her against the door and fuck her right
Huh. She noticed?
Her snobbery disappears for a moment and her eyes actually sparkle when she smiles. Damn it. This is not going to be good for me. I contemplate applying for a dorm transfer, but as I’m thinking it, my stupid mouth moves and encourages this fucking interaction.
“I do and the fact that you know that makes me think you may be stalking me .”
She smiles even broader. I don’t think she knows she’s flirting with me, but her body opens up. I could kiss her right now. I feel like she’d probably pass out. Sure, she has that boyfriend, but I bet she’s never done anything wild.
“You wish,” she says.
The comment is sweet and it’s genuine, but it reminds me of the differences between us. I shut down, letting the momentary fantasy fade.
“I don’t believe in wishing. Anyway, did you want something – other than to walk into me yet again?”
She moves closer and, fuck, I want to kiss her. Why does she smell like strawberries? How many fucking showers does this girl take? I don’t even like strawberries, yet her scent clings to me and makes me stand here, waiting for her to make a move. Walk away , the voice repeats, but I’m not going anywhere.
“Are you going back to the dorm for the night?”
Is she suggesting we go back together? Did taunting her actually work?
“I was planning on it. Why?”
She gestures to my helmet and shrugs. “I’d love to go for a ride.”
Oh, this is good. She’d probably be grounded via text message for even suggesting it.
“You? Would Daddy approve?”
The comment bites and she looks wounded. She steps even closer, though, and the way she stands up for herself just makes me think about fucking her right here in the middle of the quad.
“Look,” she says, “I don’t know what the problem is, but do you want to take me for a ride or not?”
Say no. SAY NO. But I say nothing. I simply turn back toward the parking lot. I don’t really expect her to follow, but she does. Every time I look back at her, she gives me a determined stare. It’s fucking adorable and it kills me.
“So where to?” I ask her when we get to the lot.
She says she doesn’t care, so I hand her a helmet and we take off. There is seriously something wrong with this girl. Even with the wind flying past us and two helmets in the way, I can still make out the faint smell of strawberries lingering in the air between us. Damn her and her eyes and her strawberry hair. She’s going to ruin me; I just know it.
I don’t know where to take her, because the only places I know well are too personal. Instead, I just drive and she clings to me. I can feel the soft outline of her tits pressed to my back and it takes a lot out of me not to pull over and see just how far she wants to take this little charade. I don’t, though, and after a while, I figure we should get back. I want to say something, to brush her fingers with my lips, but I keep my distance. I know what I am to her. I’m a symbol of how bad she wants to be, but I’m not anything real.
When we reach the doors to the dorm, however, I don’t want to let the night end.
“Still feeling wild?”
I hope she’ll say no, that this will be it, because I know I won’t be able to control myself with her and I don’t have anything to offer this girl.
“It’s late,” she says. “And I have to call my boyfriend.”
Ouch. That hurts. But a part of me wonders why she’s spending the night with me instead of with him. “He’s crazy to let you out of his sight.”
I don’t know who makes the move, but suddenly our bodies are only an inch apart. She breathes deep and I wonder what goes through her head when she’s near me. I know there’s nothing going through mine except her eyes, strawberries, and the incredible pain I’m going to be in later tonight if she walks away right now. Already my cock is throbbing and I have to fight not to push her against the door and fuck her right
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