Fill Me (Rouse Me 3)

"It's true." She smiles. "I wonder what would have happened if we met as teenagers."

"You would have thought I was a rich snob."

"You would have thought I was a burnout loser."

"No way in hell," I say. "I would have seen you in the school play and been transfixed. And after, when I went to tell you how great you were, you would ask me what brand of eyeliner I use, and we'd be best friends."

She laughs. "Definitely."

"But, when you found out the eyeliner was only a three-week phase, you'd get bored with me."

"Was it really?" she asks.

"Maybe a month or two. But no more."

"You're destroying my fantasies."

"Miss Summers. I was underage."

"And a virgin too, I bet," she says.

"And I'm the pervert?"

She nods. "We're both perverts. That's why we're so perfect for each other."

Absolutely perfect. I squeeze her hand. "So what do you think about San Diego?"

"Laurie is probably going to throw an end of season party."

"Ditch it."

She smiles. "Okay. But I'll be exhausted all weekend. I won't want to get out of bed."

"I wasn't planning on spending much time out of bed," I say. "Except to eat amazing Mexican food, drink loads of tequila, and lounge on the hotel's private beach."

"Private beach?"

"Mhmm."

She nods. "Okay. But I don't know if we'll even make it to the beach. Or if we'll even have the energy to lounge."

"Miss Summers..."

She nods. "Don't worry. You'll get a taste soon." At the next stoplight, she kisses me. It's a hungry kiss. She must be waking up. "Thanks, Luke," she says. "I need something like this. I haven't had enough of you lately."

"I could never have enough of you," I say.

We pull into the driveway and I wait for the garage to open. Alyssa's eyes are on fire. In only minutes, we'll be alone in our house, and God only know how quickly we'll be out of our clothes.

Well, it's not strictly our house. Technically it's my house. After the agony of Samantha buying me out of my half of our house, Alyssa refused to share a mortgage. My ex-girlfriend was willing to resort to whatever emotional manipulation it took to get her way. Including multiple suicide attempts.

Hell, Samantha's manipulation almost ruined everything between Alyssa and me.

"Well, Mr. Lawrence," she says. "I do believe you have a promise to live up to."

She brushes her lips against mine, sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

Damn.