“Delivery, Rose,” Jennifer muttered as she walked past my bedroom.
“What is it?” I squeaked, barely able to lift my head from exhaustion. I’d gone straight home after lab, scolding myself and at the same time replaying the previous night over and over. If it weren’t for an aching body, I wouldn’t have believed it had actually happened.
“Go see for yourself,” Jen muttered absently, dragging a basket of laundry past my door.
“Thanks, Jen, you are a true bitch. And thanks for letting Grant in last night while I was sleeping! What in the hell were you thinking?!” I barked at her.
“I heard you praise God all night when I got in. You’re welcome, and you needed to get laid more than anyone on campus. Do tell, how was that fantastic looking fuck stick, anyway?”
“Fuck stick?” I mumbled under my breath, still trying to find the strength to pull myself out of bed.
“He is juicy,” she yelled from her bedroom.
“Yes, he is and you are grossing me out.” I pushed off my mattress with a groan, headed towards the living room, and quickly saw my delivery. There was a five-foot hoagie on the kitchen table with a message written on a napkin.
I smiled at his ridiculous gesture then dug into the sandwich.
“I can see he clearly knows you,” Jen said, snatching the napkin from my hands to read it.
“Only everything you told him, including our address!” I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at her at that point. I had been properly laid and was now being properly fed. “Do you want some?” I asked through a mouthful of sandwich.
“Are you going to tell me anything?”
“Nope,” I said, tearing off a piece of sandwich and offering it to her.
She haphazardly fixed her copper hair into a ponytail then cued up her iPod. She had her running clothes on and tapped her flat abdomen as she said, “Some of us can’t eat like that and get away with it. I’m pressed for time, but I will be getting details. I’ll see you later. Love you, bitch.”
“Love you, too.”
My cell phone rang and I saw Grant’s name on the caller ID. He had my address and my number.
“Smooth, Grant,” I answered with a small amount of attitude.
“Rose, I can’t get you out of my head. Do you miss me yet?”
I felt a tug in my chest but refused to flatter him. I was excited to hear from him but terrified at the same time. Because time was the issue and I hoped he wasn’t expecting too much from me.
“Thanks for the sandwich.”
“Anything for you. Can I see you this weekend?”
I smiled at his request, though he couldn’t see it. I was elated at the thought of seeing him again. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t extend beyond last night, but deep down, I hoped for more and was happy he felt the same. I paused only long enough to toy with him and not seem so eager. I wasn’t sure of what I could offer, but I knew my weekend was lighter than usual. “Yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?”
“Your body, your lips, and your perfect ass.”
I felt the heat radiate through me and melted into my recliner. “So, it is sex you’re after.”
“It wasn’t. Now all I can think about is how you feel around me: so tight, so perfect. God, you are so beautiful. I want you so fucking bad right now. I want to lick you until you are so wet you scream for me...scream my name while I spell it on you with my tongue.”
I’d never had a man talk to me this way, and I was already on the verge of losing it. I couldn’t even pretend to play coy.
“Grant,” I breathed out over the phone, my chest heaving, my lower half tingling out of control.
“I’m hard as a rock. Tell me, baby, will you touch that part I want to lick
so badly and tell me if it’s wet?”
“Grant!” I looked around as heat crept up my face. My cheeks burned with a perfect mix of embarrassment and need. This was a boldness I wasn’t used to, and I felt the flutter rush through my every limb.