Chapter 11 #2
Melissa tries to get my attention, but that’s done. I’m trying to listen to the conversation going on in front of me while music plays and people all around are noisy as fuck.
It’s impossible to hear the words exchanged but Lucas looks far too pleased with himself for my liking, as if he struck out the last batter in the bottom of the ninth with bases loaded to win the World Series.
Or the equivalent for swimmers. His hand is at her waist and I’m about to rip his fucking arm off.
After he leaves, she lingers for a second. I realize she’s texting on her phone.
“Hey, sweetheart?”
She stops and looks at me over her shoulder. “Don’t call me that.”
“Still need a lighter?”
She arches a suspicious eyebrow. “You smoke?”
No.
“Sometimes,” I lie.
Melissa is glaring daggers at us.
“Do you actually have a lighter? Because I need it for the birthday candles.”
“I might. In my car.”
“Oh. Think I can borrow it?”
“I’ll let you have anything you want, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask,” I smirk, pushing off the bar to walk outside.
Melissa is fuming, but I’m too focused on bright eyes and flushed cheeks to care.
At the exit, I stop to make sure she’s still behind me, like some insecure loser. She bumps into my back, dropping her phone on the ground. When I pick it up, I catch a glimpse of the name on the screen. Her roommate.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she sighs, slipping her phone in a side pocket of her leggings. Concern is etched into her expression.
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
Why am I pushing this?
“Lucas asked me out—you probably didn’t notice since you were flirting with that rude girl, but—”
“I wasn’t flirting,” I interrupt. “I don’t flirt.”
It sounds like I’m full of shit, but I don’t need to try very hard. Girls like how I look. I use it to my advantage.
“I mean, it looked like you were—anyway, doesn’t matter.” She gives me a tight lipped smile. “Can I borrow that lighter?”
I hold the door. She walks through, whispering a quiet thank you as her shoulder brushes past my chest.
“Lucas asked you out…?” I prod. I’m turning into a nosy motherfucker.
She smirks and there’s a mischievous spark in her eyes that I want to see more of.
“You don’t want to hear this,” she mutters, shaking her head.
“I asked, didn’t I?”
Which I don’t normally do.
She’s chewing on her bottom lip—a dead giveaway that means she’s weighing her options. Her brows knit together. “But, you hate me.”
“I never said that,” I shrug.
“I asked you—”
“I said I didn’t know you—”
“—and you didn’t want to,” she finishes, interrupting me after I interrupted her.
“Listen,” I say, my tone even, “you’re looking for advice, but your friend isn’t available at the moment, correct? Now, you may not know this, but I am a wise, wise man.”
She’s fighting back a smile. “A wise man, huh?”
I nod, leaning against the hood of my car. “And great at dispensing good advice.”
Though I’m obviously not so good at following it. Because if I had any sense, I would’ve left already.
“Well, um,” she tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. “He asked me out. And um, he said we could hang out at his place.” Her eyes flutter up to mine and back on the ground. “Because his roommates will be away...all night.”
I have the sudden urge to break Lucas’s legs. Or neck. Or both.
“Obviously he’s DTF.” Fucking motherfucker. I inhale. “If you’re not, tell him.”
“That’s the thing,” she breathes out a nervous laugh and meets my gaze. “I want to.”
Icy hands slide down my spine, leaving me feeling cold and hollow. And pissed. So fucking pissed. I smirk to hide the fury boiling over.
“Then, I don’t get the problem, sweetheart.”
“It’s Selena. Not sweetheart,” she states with a defiant stare.
My lip curls in feigned amusement. “I don’t get the problem, Selena.”
The moment I say her name something passes between us. Her eyes go wide and her cheeks burn red. Heat runs through my veins and I swear my heart thunders violently in my chest.
We’re back in my room three years ago. Hot, sweaty, and half naked on my bed.
“Selena,” I whispered against her neck, my lips marking her skin with an uncontrollable desire.
I unbuttoned her top to cup her gorgeous tits.
I still remember the weight of them, two perfect handfuls.
When I kissed the delicate skin between her breasts, the moan that escaped her lips had me rock hard.
“Grayson, please, touch me,” she urged and fuck if didn’t feel like I was going to come just by hearing her words and the sounds she made. The things I wanted to do to this girl…
Selena’s back there with me. I can tell by the way the green in her eyes has gone almost black. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession when I take a step toward her. She swallows but her gaze never leaves mine.
For a second, she looks over her shoulder at the bar, then back at me. When she licks her lips, my dick twitches in my pants.
“The thing is…I haven’t… I mean, I’ve never…”
Jesus, fuck.
The words that come tumbling out of my mouth are not the ones I mean to say. “You’re still a virgin?!”