Chapter 3
Chapter Three
ALEX
As the door to Stella’s room closes, I stop to lean against the wall.
“What the hell was that?” That girl took my breath away.
She also made my dick hard as steel. She was, hands down, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
Not to mention the fact that even with all of that crap happening to her, she still gave me the most amazing, dimpled smile.
Her blonde hair was so shiny I wanted to touch it.
Probably feels like silk. And her skin? Porcelain.
She was rosy from crying but still glowed.
And that body. My fingers itched wanting to touch her, everywhere.
Damn, that little thing had curves—just how a woman should be.
Shit, all of this imagining isn’t helping my dick any.
Down, boy. “Damn it. I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck. ”
Shit. I hope no one is around to see me talking to myself like a lunatic.
I’ve never felt like this after meeting a girl.
As funny as it sounds, it sort of feels like love.
Love at first sight? Is that even possible?
Seeing her, feeling her little arms wrapped tightly around me, I knew she needed me.
Not for my looks or my future in the NFL and all the potential fame and fortune surrounding me.
She had no idea who I was. No, she just needed me––just a guy named Alex––to protect her.
Most of the women on campus know who I am, and they aren’t shy.
I can’t walk across campus without chicks throwing themselves in my path.
I’m not interested. My mind is on football and securing a place in next year’s NFL draft.
It’s what I’ve always wanted. But meeting Stella has thrown a slight wrench into those plans.
Do I have time to pursue her? I mean, she’s a freshman; plus, she just dumped her idiot boyfriend.
Besides, I can tell she’s special, which means getting with her would take time and patience.
Do I have that kind of time right now? I don’t know.
Well, that’s not true. There’s no need to lie to myself.
I want that little pixie. I’ll just need to keep it low-key for now.
The truth is, women have come so easily since I’ve been here, I’m a little rusty when it comes to the pursuit.
Maybe some advice is in order. I decide to ask my roomie and best friend, Hank, for advice.
He’ll know what to do since he has to work to get a girl.
I laugh to myself while thinking about teasing my roommate.
Entering my suite, I yell, “Tank. You here?”
I spy him sitting on our tiny sofa doing what he does most days, playing a video game of some sort.
“Fuck. Stop calling me ‘Tank.’ You know I hate it.” He does hate it––with a passion––which is why I can’t resist. “What’s up?
Where you been?” He looks at the clock we have hanging on the wall above our TV.
“We left practice at the same time. I’ve been home half an hour. ”
“I met someone,” I say, smiling from ear to ear.
At my words, he stops clicking away on his game controller. “What do you mean you met someone?”
“Let me ask you something. Keep in mind that this question may make you think I’m a pussy, but… do you believe in love at first sight?”
“Yep.”
“You do?”
“No, I don’t. But I do agree that the question made me think you were a pussy.” He chuckles.
“Seriously, dude. Answer the question.”
“Okay, let me think…. Well, it’s never happened to me, of course, but I guess you could get zapped with something like serious attraction just by looking at someone. But I think love has to come with time. That’s just my opinion though, Alex.”
“Yeah, I guess that sounds logical. I don’t know, man.
I was helping this chick who was running away from her cheating, idiot of a boyfriend.
Dude, he’s in the Sig frat, so not a surprise there.
But she ran right smack into me. She was crying and shit.
Usually, I’d have stayed completely out of that scene, but she felt so good in my arms––all soft and womanly.
Then, when I saw her face… Jesus, man, it felt like a punch in the gut. ”
Hank laughs loudly. “Well, I can’t wait to meet the future Mrs. Alex Emerson.”
“Be serious, Hank.”
“I am. I can’t wait to meet her! I wonder if she’s got any friends. I wouldn’t mind feeling something all soft and womanly right about now.”
“Funny, dude. You keep your damn hands off this one. She’s mine.” At least for now. “Got it?”
“Got it, chief.” Hank salutes me.
Smart-ass.