Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

“Yep. I guess I must have accidently missed us having sex. I mean I didn’t even get to ask you to be my girlfriend yet.”

“Wow.”

“Yep.”

“You want me to be your girlfriend? Even after Friday? I was scared I had freaked you out.”

“Nah, that was a completely normal Friday for me. I mean I always, and I do mean always, have girls swearing off all other men but me.”

“Oh, you! Did you really mean it though?”

“Which part?”

“The one about you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Well yes, I really did mean it. After a kiss like that, I am pretty dead certain I want to ask you that.”

“Well, aren’t you going to?”

“At lunch.”

“What?!?”

“I’m planning on asking you at lunch.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head. She was so damn beautiful when she was frustrated and confused.

“You aren’t going to ask me right now?”

“Well no, what if you like onions? I mean, seriously, I

have to see what you like to eat before I can make such a serious decision.”

I kissed her head again and turned her around. Lightly pushing her shoulders, I sent her off walking towards Grace.

She stopped and turned around to ask, “Do we even have the same lunch together?”

I nodded and turned around. I heard a frustrated humph before I headed off to first bell.

Yeah, she wanted me. I smirked and found myself grinning the whole first half of my day. Fuck, even third period German seemed fun after that.

Mandy

“Brett and Mandy sitting in a tree…” Grace started with me and I gave her a little shove. What were we? Five-year-olds?

“Don’t even start, bitch!” I grumbled and flipped my hair over my shoulder as we walked to class.

Grace snickered and looked back. “His ass ain’t half bad. Now that’s he’s not wearing clothes that are two sizes too big.”

My face felt hot. Was it jealousy? I glanced back and caught a glimpse of Brett’s ass before he disappeared around the corner. Yeah, wasn’t bad. Not bad at all...

Had that guy seriously been sitting behind me all that time?

* * *

I squirmed in my desk throughout my following two periods. I just could not focus. All I could think about was Brett asking me out. And if I wasn’t thinking about him asking me out, I was touching my lips, remembering our kiss.

What a kiss, all two seconds of it. It felt like sparks as his lips met my lips, then I was burning. My muscles were melting; my insides were bubbling. If he wasn’t holding me up, I would have liquefied into a puddle right then and there.

And when he teased me about us having sex… I wasn’t alarmed that we did it. I was more alarmed that I didn’t remember it!