“Why is that? You’re clearly intelligent. You wouldn’t be able to do all that fancy security stuff if you were dumb. Why don’t you talk much?”
I shrug and explain, “I prefer to listen. You can find out a lot about a person if they think you aren’t interested in what they’re saying. It helps me figure out the type of person they are. ”
She plays with her food and asks quietly, “Do you listen to me when I talk?” I nod and she asks, “What have you learnt about me?”
I lean back on my chair. “I’ve learnt looks can be deceiving. ”
Her brow furrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shake my head and accuse, “Hell, no. If I tell you, you’ll just punch me again!”
She rolls her eyes and vows, “I promise not to punch you again. Today. ”
I utter, “Okay. You asked for it, pretty girl. ” I exhale loudly and rest my forearms on the small dining table leaning closer to her. “You act like a tough girl, but the things that hurt other people hurt you just as much. You just don’t say anything about it. You never show your true emotions and are very guarded with people you meet. You use sarcasm to deflect truth and you don’t trust easily. You sometimes use your looks to get what you want. You hide behind bright red hair, pretty dresses and sexy lips. You’re also unpredictable. Basically, you are a guy’s wet dream and worst nightmare all rolled into one. You’re the woman a guy falls in love with but doesn’t really know. He falls in love with one version of you. You’ll only show the real you when you feel safe in the relationship and it might not be what that man wants in the end. ”
Her eyes have lost focus. She stares vac
antly into my chest.
Shit.
This is why I don’t talk to people. I usually say shit that makes people angry or upset. It’s not that I don’t have manners, I just don’t really understand emotions.
I run a hand through my hair and start, “Nat, I’m sorry-”
But she cuts me off with a shake of the head and quietly states, “You’re good at that. You should become a police profiler or something. That’s pretty much right. All of it. ” She ends on a whisper.
I clear my throat. “I don’t mean any offence. I just call it like I see it. I don’t really know how to lie. I’d prefer to just get the truth out there. No beating around bushes, ya know?”
She smiles a small smile. “You’re the kind of friend I need, Ghost. Lying doesn’t fly with me. I hate it. ”
Quick save.
Great.
I have no idea why I’m so relieved. When Nat told me we should avoid each other all those months ago, I was pissed.
And a little hurt.
That one passionate time with her was enough for me to think we had potential to be casual, but she obviously thought I was only worth a one-time thing. So when she demanded we stop talking, I thought screw her. But seeing her at the club and not being able to even sit close enough to hear her voice was wearing on me. I won’t ever admit it to her, but somehow, she soothes me. I used to sit next to her in the booth only to sit back, close my eyes and let the sound of her voice penetrate me. The sweet, smooth sound would banish any memories of my dad. So when she started dodging me, I was up at night a lot more than I used to be, and the only other thing that would help would be finding a random girl and screwing her til my mind was so exhausted all I could do was sleep, if only for a few hours.
Something about Nat makes me crazy. I can’t quite put my finger on what that is.
She’s something else.
I’ll tell you one thing, since we fucked, all I’ve wanted to do is get another shot at her. After losing that chance, I promised myself if I ever got the opportunity again, I would take it nice and slow. I’d savor the experience. The last time was rushed, explosive and fierce. I wouldn’t change it for anything though. She came twice just from my cock. That’s never happened before.
It was phenomenal.
Just thinking about it makes me hard.
And… you’re getting hard.
Fuck. That’s just great.
Now that I think about it, there is one thing I’d change about that night.
I’d kiss her.