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willpower in my
possession not to attack him in the middle of the class and throw
him on his station … or, at the very least, hint that I had a
surprise for him.
“You still
don’t have any plans for tonight, right?” I asked coyly, suddenly
worried that since we hadn’t had any, he might have made some with
one of his brothers or something.
“Nope, I’m all
yours if you want,” he replied, stopping next to me and pulling me
in for a very satisfying kiss.
“I want,” I
responded, licking my lips and savoring the taste of him. “I’ve got
a surprise for you … You have ten minutes to get ready, then I’m
stealing you away.”
“Hmmm,” he
replied, leaning down to run his tongue over the spot mine had just
been. “I can’t wait.”
Ten minutes
later, we were in my car and on our way.
I smiled over
at Brendan, who was watching me sing along to the radio, his hand
warm on my thigh as I drove.
I loved that he
was dressed in jeans, a band T-shirt, and a pair of worn boots. He
had no idea what the surprise was, but it really didn’t matter.
Brendan was Brendan, and he was comfortable in his own skin.
It just so
happened, he was dressed perfectly for where we were going.
“So,” I began,
unable to keep my mouth shut any longer. “Since getting Staind
tickets was impossible, I got tickets for a different concert, that
I’m hoping you’ll like just as much…”
His face
softened, and the look of tenderness there caused my manic
excitement to roll into a feeling of fluttery happiness.
“You’re taking
me to a concert?” he asked, his gruff tone betraying the fact that
he was touched by my gesture.
“Thirty Seconds
to Mars,” I whispered, mesmerized by the way his eyes were looking
over me. Like a caress.
I tore my eyes
away from him, not only because watching the road was imperative to
our survival, but because I was seconds away from becoming
weepy.
I sensed him
leaning toward me, so I wasn’t surprised when his thumb caressed my
cheek, but when his lips followed, I practically melted from the
sweetness.
“Thank you,” he
whispered, before returning to his side of the car.
We were both
silent, each of us dealing with the emotion surrounding us in our
own way.
I’d hoped he’d
be excited by my gift, but his reaction made me wonder if anyone,
any woman , had ever done anything like this for him before …
Something that was offered with the sole purpose of making him
happy.
By the time we
arrived at the venue, the mood of the car had shifted once again,
and we were both brimming with excitement about the show.
Once we were
settled in our seats and the first band was on stage, Brendan said
he’d go grab us some drinks and be right back. When he came back
with not only the plastic cups of beer, but Thirty Seconds to Mars
T-shirts for both of us, I stood up to greet him with a smile. When
he whipped off the shirt he was wearing, much to the delight of me
and every lady surrounding us, I laughed out loud. He looked so
cute, his face beaming as he tucked his discarded shirt into his
back pocket.
“I’ll be right
back,” I said, unwilling to change in the crowd and opting instead
to go to the nearest bathroom to switch out my cute tank top for
the fitted woman’s T.
When I got back
to our seats, I gave him a long, slow kiss to show my appreciation
for his gift, then settled in next to him.
We were close
enough to see Jared Leto clearly, and Brendan elbowed me in the
side playfully when I let out a not at all quiet sigh. “ Oh. My.
God.”
Yes , I’d
bought the tickets for Brendan, but that didn’t mean that getting
an up-close glimpse of the man I’d been crushing on since I first
watched My So Called Life as a pre-teen, wasn’t an added
bonus.
Holy
shit , he looked good!
Brendan gave me
a little shake, nudging me out of my hormone-driven stupor, and
laughed when I turned to him and clapped my hands excitedly.
“I can’t
believe we’re here!”
It was a
fabulous
possession not to attack him in the middle of the class and throw
him on his station … or, at the very least, hint that I had a
surprise for him.
“You still
don’t have any plans for tonight, right?” I asked coyly, suddenly
worried that since we hadn’t had any, he might have made some with
one of his brothers or something.
“Nope, I’m all
yours if you want,” he replied, stopping next to me and pulling me
in for a very satisfying kiss.
“I want,” I
responded, licking my lips and savoring the taste of him. “I’ve got
a surprise for you … You have ten minutes to get ready, then I’m
stealing you away.”
“Hmmm,” he
replied, leaning down to run his tongue over the spot mine had just
been. “I can’t wait.”
Ten minutes
later, we were in my car and on our way.
I smiled over
at Brendan, who was watching me sing along to the radio, his hand
warm on my thigh as I drove.
I loved that he
was dressed in jeans, a band T-shirt, and a pair of worn boots. He
had no idea what the surprise was, but it really didn’t matter.
Brendan was Brendan, and he was comfortable in his own skin.
It just so
happened, he was dressed perfectly for where we were going.
“So,” I began,
unable to keep my mouth shut any longer. “Since getting Staind
tickets was impossible, I got tickets for a different concert, that
I’m hoping you’ll like just as much…”
His face
softened, and the look of tenderness there caused my manic
excitement to roll into a feeling of fluttery happiness.
“You’re taking
me to a concert?” he asked, his gruff tone betraying the fact that
he was touched by my gesture.
“Thirty Seconds
to Mars,” I whispered, mesmerized by the way his eyes were looking
over me. Like a caress.
I tore my eyes
away from him, not only because watching the road was imperative to
our survival, but because I was seconds away from becoming
weepy.
I sensed him
leaning toward me, so I wasn’t surprised when his thumb caressed my
cheek, but when his lips followed, I practically melted from the
sweetness.
“Thank you,” he
whispered, before returning to his side of the car.
We were both
silent, each of us dealing with the emotion surrounding us in our
own way.
I’d hoped he’d
be excited by my gift, but his reaction made me wonder if anyone,
any woman , had ever done anything like this for him before …
Something that was offered with the sole purpose of making him
happy.
By the time we
arrived at the venue, the mood of the car had shifted once again,
and we were both brimming with excitement about the show.
Once we were
settled in our seats and the first band was on stage, Brendan said
he’d go grab us some drinks and be right back. When he came back
with not only the plastic cups of beer, but Thirty Seconds to Mars
T-shirts for both of us, I stood up to greet him with a smile. When
he whipped off the shirt he was wearing, much to the delight of me
and every lady surrounding us, I laughed out loud. He looked so
cute, his face beaming as he tucked his discarded shirt into his
back pocket.
“I’ll be right
back,” I said, unwilling to change in the crowd and opting instead
to go to the nearest bathroom to switch out my cute tank top for
the fitted woman’s T.
When I got back
to our seats, I gave him a long, slow kiss to show my appreciation
for his gift, then settled in next to him.
We were close
enough to see Jared Leto clearly, and Brendan elbowed me in the
side playfully when I let out a not at all quiet sigh. “ Oh. My.
God.”
Yes , I’d
bought the tickets for Brendan, but that didn’t mean that getting
an up-close glimpse of the man I’d been crushing on since I first
watched My So Called Life as a pre-teen, wasn’t an added
bonus.
Holy
shit , he looked good!
Brendan gave me
a little shake, nudging me out of my hormone-driven stupor, and
laughed when I turned to him and clapped my hands excitedly.
“I can’t
believe we’re here!”
It was a
fabulous
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