making sure not to wake Julie again. Although I was
exhausted, and should have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, I
didn't. Instead, I lay there, staring up at the ceiling in the dark and thought
about that kiss. I thought about that kiss for hours.
Chapter Ten
Jet
There weren't many cabs in that
particular area; most circled the downtown area to pick up the drunks, even on
week nights. There was always someone out having a good time. Never Natalie,
though, she wouldn't know a good time if it hit her in the face. I could not
figure that girl out if my life depended on it.
I had walked a block from
Natalie's house before I saw a cab make a turn on the street I was on, and I
stuck my hand down to flag it. The driver saw me and slowed until he pulled up
right in front of me. I wasn't in the mood for chit chat, so I opened the side
door of the van and climbed into the back. I gave the driver my address and he
pulled away from the curb.
To avoid idle talk, I leaned my
head back on the seat and closed my eyes. He probably assumed I was drunk, and
would just leave me alone. On the entire drive home, all I thought about was
Natalie. Was I wasting my time with that girl? She just wouldn't give in, not
even a little bit. I hadn’t gone there with the intention of sleeping with her,
but I wouldn't have turned it down. A kiss for sure, yes; a lot of kissing was
definitely on my mind. But in the end I had hoped that she would warm up to me.
It had seemed like she really
enjoyed the kiss. In fact, she had kissed me back, it had been intense,
seductive, and God yes, arousing. Her lips, the taste of her, were like a drug,
and I was hooked. I wanted more. I would have kissed those lips alone all night
long, and still been satisfied. But she had once again thrown me for a loop.
She had separated from the kiss, and looked like she even regretted it. I
couldn't figure out why she kept pushing me away. Most girls knew my
reputation, and they still came back for more; why was Natalie so different?
And how could she not know by now that I thought of her differently? I most
definitely wouldn't have continued trying so hard with her if I just wanted to
sleep with her and toss her aside. There were plenty of other girls I could
seek out at this point, if that was all I wanted.
Why had she pulled away and sent
me off like a dog with his tail between his legs? It had been marginally
humiliating, and although I probably should have confronted her, all I could do
was walk away to avoid further rejection. The girl had my nuts by a sling, and
I couldn't seem to get them back. What could I have done at that point? I
didn't know, but I was starting to wonder if I should consider bailing on her,
the project, the pursuit, everything, because she was starting to drive me half
mad.
I rubbed my eyes hard, frustration
building up in me. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I might have to,
because there was a strong possibility that Natalie would never warm up to me,
despite her lingering mouth on mine.
The cab pulled up to my apartment
and I sat up straight in my seat. I dug deep into my pocket for some bills. I
handed him a twenty and a five, and told him to keep the change. He thanked me
as I pushed open the van door, and stepped out. I closed the door behind me,
and headed to my apartment door. What a night .
I opened the door to my apartment
and walked inside to find my roommate on the couch drinking beers again. Kyle
couldn't seem to curb his drinking, despite being on the MMA team. Some people
just didn't have the discipline. He was young; he might grow up eventually, but
right now partying was one of his priorities.
“Hey man, where ya been? Did you find that girl of yours? Was she primed
and ready for you?” He laughed as he said those things to me. I just stared at
him at first, unsure of what to say. I made the mistake of telling Kyle after
my fight that I was going to go hookup with Natalie. I certainly thought
exhausted, and should have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, I
didn't. Instead, I lay there, staring up at the ceiling in the dark and thought
about that kiss. I thought about that kiss for hours.
Chapter Ten
Jet
There weren't many cabs in that
particular area; most circled the downtown area to pick up the drunks, even on
week nights. There was always someone out having a good time. Never Natalie,
though, she wouldn't know a good time if it hit her in the face. I could not
figure that girl out if my life depended on it.
I had walked a block from
Natalie's house before I saw a cab make a turn on the street I was on, and I
stuck my hand down to flag it. The driver saw me and slowed until he pulled up
right in front of me. I wasn't in the mood for chit chat, so I opened the side
door of the van and climbed into the back. I gave the driver my address and he
pulled away from the curb.
To avoid idle talk, I leaned my
head back on the seat and closed my eyes. He probably assumed I was drunk, and
would just leave me alone. On the entire drive home, all I thought about was
Natalie. Was I wasting my time with that girl? She just wouldn't give in, not
even a little bit. I hadn’t gone there with the intention of sleeping with her,
but I wouldn't have turned it down. A kiss for sure, yes; a lot of kissing was
definitely on my mind. But in the end I had hoped that she would warm up to me.
It had seemed like she really
enjoyed the kiss. In fact, she had kissed me back, it had been intense,
seductive, and God yes, arousing. Her lips, the taste of her, were like a drug,
and I was hooked. I wanted more. I would have kissed those lips alone all night
long, and still been satisfied. But she had once again thrown me for a loop.
She had separated from the kiss, and looked like she even regretted it. I
couldn't figure out why she kept pushing me away. Most girls knew my
reputation, and they still came back for more; why was Natalie so different?
And how could she not know by now that I thought of her differently? I most
definitely wouldn't have continued trying so hard with her if I just wanted to
sleep with her and toss her aside. There were plenty of other girls I could
seek out at this point, if that was all I wanted.
Why had she pulled away and sent
me off like a dog with his tail between his legs? It had been marginally
humiliating, and although I probably should have confronted her, all I could do
was walk away to avoid further rejection. The girl had my nuts by a sling, and
I couldn't seem to get them back. What could I have done at that point? I
didn't know, but I was starting to wonder if I should consider bailing on her,
the project, the pursuit, everything, because she was starting to drive me half
mad.
I rubbed my eyes hard, frustration
building up in me. I didn't want to let her go, but I knew I might have to,
because there was a strong possibility that Natalie would never warm up to me,
despite her lingering mouth on mine.
The cab pulled up to my apartment
and I sat up straight in my seat. I dug deep into my pocket for some bills. I
handed him a twenty and a five, and told him to keep the change. He thanked me
as I pushed open the van door, and stepped out. I closed the door behind me,
and headed to my apartment door. What a night .
I opened the door to my apartment
and walked inside to find my roommate on the couch drinking beers again. Kyle
couldn't seem to curb his drinking, despite being on the MMA team. Some people
just didn't have the discipline. He was young; he might grow up eventually, but
right now partying was one of his priorities.
“Hey man, where ya been? Did you find that girl of yours? Was she primed
and ready for you?” He laughed as he said those things to me. I just stared at
him at first, unsure of what to say. I made the mistake of telling Kyle after
my fight that I was going to go hookup with Natalie. I certainly thought
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