I’m on edge now. Heated. Having him this close to me does things that always trick my body. I do want to get to know Stephen, despite the awful shit people have said about him. I can’t even help myself as I wrap an arm around him, climb on his lap, and kiss him again. He chuckles behind the kiss, and I know I’m stupid for thinking it’s that simple with him, but I can’t help myself.
Stephen is sexy, and whether he’s a player or not, he is charming as hell and knows exactly what to say. Maybe this is how he gets the girls and he’s lying about everything he said. Or maybe he’s telling the truth and his words are just magic like that. Whatever.
Not only that, but I can’t even remember the last time I got to do this—kiss a sexy boy in private—and a quarterback at that. The last guy I dated, and the one who, rather uncomfortably, took my virginity, was a Dominican soccer player who cared more about his hair than he did his girlfriend. That was the beginning of my senior year in high school, so it has been a while.
I know boys in college can do dumb things. Hell, boys in general do dumb things, but that doesn’t mean I have to take Stephen too seriously.
I’ll let time tell me what he’s really about, and while I do, I’ll get a kick out of this thing we’re doing—flirting, kissing, and touching—because right now it feels too good to stop.
EIGHTEEN
My apartment is usually empty, but tonight, I’m stumbling into it with a red-haired woman’s ass in my hands. I noticed her while I was having a drink at Teddy’s. She asked if she could buy me a drink, which I found desperate and comical, but she was attractive, so I said why not.
She talked all damn night while I kept requesting shot after shot of tequila. Finally, I asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”
And now, here we are, stumbling over shoes and books and papers in my studio apartment to get to my bedroom. I bump her back to the bed and she lands on her back with a soft gasp. I’m on top of her in seconds, and she starts kissing my throat, running her hands down my chest. She goes for the zipper of my jeans, tugging it down.
This is fucking ridiculous. I don’t even know her name. Cathy, maybe? Kitty? I snort at the idea of her name being Kitty.
“What’s funny, love?” she breathes on my neck. Her head comes back up and she plants a kiss on my lips.
“Nothing.” I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping the humor will leave my system, but it won’t. I laugh again, and Cathy or Kitty jerks her head away to stare at me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing—sorry.” I fight another laugh. “I’m just—I’m sorry, what is your name again?”
“Kitty,” she snaps.
And that does it for me. I thought I could contain this random fit of laughter, but I can’t. I fucking howl, falling onto my side on the bed. I try to apologize between laughs, but I can’t, and I blame the liquor, I really do.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kitty pushes of the bed. “You are a fucking joke! I’m out of here.”
She storms to the door, and I try calling after her, but I can’t bring myself to get her name out of my mouth without laughing even more. I hear the door slam, heels clicking, and then it’s quiet. She’s gone.
After another minute or so, my laughter dies down and I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. The ceiling fan is on and I watch the brown blades spin round and round.
I close my eyes, and a memory hits me. A memory that I’ve been trying to suppress and ignore since it happened. All I can see is my hand clutching a smooth, brown leg. Her skin was soft and she smelled good, despite the underlying scent of sweat from practicing.
“No.” I climb off the bed, stumbling to my bathroom, and turning the faucet on. I bring cold water up in the palms of my hands and splash it on my face, hoping it will snap me out of my fucked-up thoughts.
I’m thinking about Amber. Why the hell am I thinking about Amber? Maybe because she had shorts on today, and I hated myself for noticing. Her shorts were too short, and the sad part is, I don’t even think she realized it.
Maybe they were all she had and she didn’t have time to wash clothes, but fuck me, it was impossible not to look at her legs. Long and strong, yet feminine in all the right ways. Long legs that led up to a perky, curvy ass.