I moved aside so she could come in. Her light floral scent made my dick try to pop out of my pants.
I closed the door, then we were completely alone together.
She made it to the center of the living room, looked around briefly, then turned back to me.
I cleared my throat and tried to act normal, turning slightly so that she didn’t notice the hardened state of my body. Thankfully I was wearing a shirt that fell over the unruly organ that was overpowering my brain.
“I hope you didn’t eat yet. I ordered dinner. It should be here in about an hour so I was thinking we could get some studying done then chow down,” I said.
“Okay,” she replied.
A moment of silence stretched out between us after. We looked at each other.
I cleared my throat again. I wracked my brain trying to come up with a suave line but all I came up with then was, “Okay. Let’s get started, shall we?”
She nodded and followed me to the table.
We got to work and it was all very innocent as we bounced questions and answers off each other.
I was even able to simmer my attraction down enough so that I could concentrate ad retain most of the information we went over. Hailey was in her element, repeatedly pushing her glasses up her nose and pushing her hair out of her face as her forehead frowned slightly in concentration.
Controlling my desire for her was one of the hardest things I had ever done.
Dinner arrived and we took a break.
We had moved our books to the side and dinner was set up. I had ordered from one of my favorite restaurants across town. The food smelled delicious, a meat and potatoes deal that tasted as good as it looked. The dinner came with a bottle of red wine and we indulged in a glass even though Hailey had said, “I don’t think we should.”
“Come on. Just one glass.”
The stiffness between us had slowly melted away and the conversation between us flowed smoothly. Our plates were almost empty and the wine glasses were in the same condition. We were both on our second glass.
Hailey lifted her glass to her lips for another sip then commented, “This is really good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“So,” she said stretching the word. “This suddenly seems more like a date than a study session. I’m thinking you tricked me, Mr. Murphy.”
She didn’t sound mad about the possible trickery but I thought her relaxed attitude had a lot to do with the wine. She wouldn’t feel the same if she was clearheaded. She would be back to the girl on the hike, pissed and cold.
She took another sip and her drop of liquid glistened off her lower lips before she licked it off.
I wanted to lean forward and taste those lips.
I followed suit and brought my glass to my lips, trying to control the impulse. I wasn’t drunk in that moment but neither was I fully sober.
My eyes dropped to the fullness of her lips and she noticed, if the way her nostrils flared and her eyes darkened were any indication.
“And would it bother you if this was in fact a date?’ I asked, subtly moving closer to her. We were sitting on the same side of the table and we had already drifted far closer than when we studied.
“I am pretty sure it is the wine talking but I am completely okay with it. Although if I had known earlier, I would have worn something a little more fitting for the occasion,” she said, playing with her lock of her that had fallen over her shoulder.
She was flirting with me and I loved it. Hailey was very reserved but once she came out of her shell, it was a sight to behold.
I very much doubted her words though. She had been so harsh on the hike, but now I realized maybe that was all a show for her younger brother. And if it was, then I was a lucky man.
Another sip of wine. Then she continued, “So now that you have wined and dined me, what’s next?”
I leaned closer still until her lips were only a few centimeters from mine. I inhaled her every exhale and she did the same for me.