“Hey, gorgeous. You should be looking for me.”
I whirl around to see Ian. My eyes widen as I take him in. Wow. He doesn’t even look the same. “What happened to you?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
He grins. “Growth spurt and I grew a beard,” he answers with a shrug. He isn’t kidding about the growth spurt either. He’s towering over me now. His beard is a little thick. It’s hot and my first thought is that I wonder what it’ll be like to kiss him now. “Looks like you did some growing, too.” His eyes roam over my body in appreciation.
“Where’s my dad?” I ask before my cheeks can go from a small burn to a full blaze.
“I convinced him to let me pick you up. Wasn’t easy. Are you going to hug me or just stare at me?” I must hesitate too long because he steps forward and pulls me against him. “So good to see you,” he says, squeezing me tightly.
“You too. You have more muscles.” I can feel them and they feel good! He’s more solid and wider and wow, he doesn’t even feel the same!
Ian laughs. “A lot can change in a little over a year, huh?” He lets me go, takes my carry-on bag, and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”
I follow him out of the airport and to his car.
“How was your flight?”
“It was fine. How did you convince my dad?”
“Well, first, I had to remind him that we knew each other. Then, I told him that we talked sometimes and I wanted to surprise you and hang out with you for a little bit. He did not want to let me, but once I told him I knew the details of your flight, he was convinced that I was telling the truth and that I could come pick you up as long as you’re home by eleven.”
Wow. Dad’s giving me the entire day with Ian. That’s kind of odd.
“Are you sure you’re not kidnapping me because my dad got caught up in something and couldn’t pick me up?”
“You finding it hard to believe that he’d let you spend so much time with me willingly?”
“A little bit,” I confess.
“Fine. I also pointed out that if he let me pick you up, he wouldn’t have to take time off of work. That seemed to motivate him more than anything.”
Figures.
“But you’re with me all day. That’s something to smile about.”
He’s absolutely right. As we leave the airport, I ask, “Do you have anything planned for us?”
“Oh, I have a lot planned for us.” His devilish grin both unnerves and excites me.
How is it possible that she’s more beautiful now than she was before? That’s all I can think about when we stop at my favorite restaurant for lunch. Her hair is longer, she may be an inch or so taller, her tits are bigger, and her smile seems more breathtaking than before. I can’t stop looking at her. There are weird feelings in me to see the necklace I gave her resting on her chest, too. It makes me wonder if she’s wearing the anklet as well.
She rubs her arms for the billionth time. “Gah, it’s so much colder here than back home. I don’t think I brought clothes warm enough for this.”
“I can keep you warm.”
Damn. There it is. That blush I haven’t seen in for-fucking-ever. It almost doesn’t make sense. She wasn’t blushing like this when we would send dirty texts to one another, was she? We started out joking, I think, and if I remember correctly, I started taking an inappropriate comment too far and hinted that we should totally start texting. I’d send a text and then she would send one with whatever would happen next. It was like taking turns writing a dirty scene, but featuring us.
It took me a little bit to warm her up to it, but I was damn glad I did. For someone who is still a virgin and has only ever kissed me, the girl has a filthy imagination and definitely has a way with words. I’ve gotten off from those texts more times than I can count.
Which sort of brings me to why I wanted to see her again. I had a girlfriend. Things weren’t serious, but they would get hot and heavy and she was totally ready to have sex. But every time we got close, an image of Sydney would pop into my head and I couldn’t do it. We broke up. Drove me fucking crazy. Sydney and I are just friends. I was hoping that seeing her would confirm that, but all it’s doing is making me realize I want her to be the first person I have sex with.
That is not why I invited her here, so I need to stop thinking about that right now. I only wanted to know what it would be like to see her again. To see if I had legit reasons to be fucked in the head or not.
My reasons are totally legit.
I have it bad for a girl I can’t have because she lives halfway across the country and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. If she and her dad got along, I could maybe convince her to move here, but I doubt that would happen. Besides, after I graduate, I’ll be off to college, so what would be the point?
“Why are you staring at me?” Sydney asks.