I grinned. She probably didn’t realize it, but it was my turn. I didn’t say anything, though. I found that I liked it a lot when she talked about me.
“Not denying it. I’m a proud mama’s boy, but just a couple times a week.”
Since she wasn’t eating her bun, I pinched a piece off and fed it to her. She glared at me but accepted it. She pinched off almost half of the bun and shoved it in my mouth in retaliation.
“You like girls.”
I chewed fast and swallowed. “Ha! That’s too easy. But wrong. I only like one girl now. And it feels like it’s going to stay that way for a long, long time.”
She gulped. I reached for her hand, rubbing her skin with my thumb.
“I don’t know what to do with you,” she said softly.
“Give me a chance,” I whispered.
Be with me.
I stared into her eyes. I felt like I could drown in their depths. They held so much in them. So much pain, so much love.
“I want to tell you something,” I said, still holding her hand. When she nodded, I began. “When I’ve told you that I haven’t felt this way before, I’ve never been more serious in my life.”
She looked at me as if she was about to say something, but then changed her mind and just kept silent. I dropped it. If she wasn’t ready, then she wasn’t ready. I had a lot of time to convince her. She’d learn to trust me eventually.
“Pancakes?” I asked hopefully.
She shook her head. “I have work in a few hours, Caleb. I can’t.”
“I’ll drive you to work.”
“No.”
“Don’t you get tired of saying no to me?”
“No.”
Oh, this girl… I scooted my chair beside hers, and she looked askance at me. Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I pulled her up from her chair. She gasped as she landed on my lap.
“Caleb,” she murmured. “What are you doing?”
I could feel my body responding to her, and I instantly turned hard. She smelled so good, felt so good. I closed my eyes. What. The. Hell. Was. I. Doing?
“Damn.” I raked my hair with my fingers, frustrated. I was turned on, and she hadn’t lifted a finger. “I’m sorry, Red. I’m just…”
Horny.
Yeah, dude, tell her. I bet that would go really smoothly.
“I want you.”
Her eyes widened in realization.
Now you get it. Please, don’t run away.
I felt nervous, my heart pounding, sweat on my forehead. She froze, staring at me like a deer caught in headlights.
“I want you so much it hurts. You’re the only thing I think about. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
My. Mouth.