She looks over at me. “Both.”
I laugh. “You haven’t even given me a chance.”
“Well, you see, I decided to start dating, and the guy I picked basically ruined the male gender for me. I have decided that I want nothing to do with guys till I graduate. Maybe then I can find a man worth dating.”
I want to kill and kiss Allen West all in one. I want to kill him for ruining the male species, but then I want to kiss him since he let go of one of the most gorgeous girls I have ever seen.
I smile. “Maybe the man you’re looking for is chasing you across campus.”
“You?” she asks with her mouth pulling up at one side. She’s spectacular, and I know that I have to have her. I don’t know what it is, but I am completely smitten with one look into this girl's eyes. That has never happened to me before.
I shrug my shoulders as my face breaks into a wider grin. “Maybe.”
She laughs. “So what, you gonna convince me you are the guy of my dreams?”
“I wouldn’t have to do much convincing. I’m pretty much the greatest guy on campus.”
She shakes her head, her eyes dancing with amusement as she says, “Wow, you are full of yourself.”
I shrug. “Well, when you’re this sexy, and have an amazing knack for pleasing women, you become very confident.”
Her eyes darken as she holds my gaze. “I’m speechless.”
“Don't worry, that happens a lot to girls. It’s my sexiness.”
She laughs again as she rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but smile at her. She looks around us and then back at me. As we hold each other’s gaze, lust washes over me. I want to wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight against my body as I kiss the hell out of her. Her lips are begging for me to kiss her, and I’m on the brink of doing it, but something is holding me back.
“So bringing back the question from earlier, are you new, a transfer?”
She shakes her head. “Nope, this is my second year.”
“Mine too. I’m surprised I’ve never seen you before.”
She shrugs. “I’ve kept to myself.”
I nod. “Oh, what are you like a hermit or something?”
She smiles. “No, I work a lot. After that and school, I tend to sleep a lot.”
“Me too,” I say as I cross my arms across my chest. “I was actually about to go back to my house and go to sleep after I finished my homework, but I saw you first and had to talk to you.”
Her cheeks fill with color as she looks away.
“I still don’t know your name.”
She looks up at me and says, “Claire. Claire Anderson.”
I smile. She’s beautiful, classy, and Claire fits her perfectly.
“What’s yours?” she asks, crossing her own arms under her breasts. The top button of her Henley pops open, giving me a few glimpses of her delectable white skin and black lace bra. I promptly forget my name. When I don’t answer, she looks down before glaring up at me, rebuttoning her shirt.
“Sorry, I think seeing the lace of your black bra just made me forget my name.”
The glare she’s pinning me with drops, and she
shakes her head as she lets out a sigh.
“Anyway, what’s your name?”