you may hate me for this, but I'm letting
Tyce take us home." She turns to him and asks, "Where's your
truck?" He points and her footsteps are loud as she rushes toward it.
I'm feeling very stubborn. "Call me a
cab," I insist.
He crouches again and says angrily, "What
the hell is going on with you?"
I refuse to look him in the eyes.
His voice softens. "Are you jealous?"
I jerk my gaze to his and hate the tears pricking
my eyes. A big one drips.
Tyce softly curses, "Fuck it all to hell.
I'm tired of fighting this." He reaches and thumbs the tear away and my
eyes stay glued to his. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to mine. I really can't breathe now.
With exquisite tenderness he kisses me. I close
my eyes. I can't believe Tyce is kissing me like this. I'm not sure of what I
should do, so I pucker my lips a little. He makes a sound that's a cross
between a groan and a growl, and deepens the kiss, then he places one hand
behind my head and pulls our lips tighter. His tongue touches the crease of my
mouth and I know what he wants. I part my lips slightly and he gently invades
my mouth. I'm still not sure of exactly what I should do, but that doesn't seem
to bother him. He cups my chin with his other hand and pulls my mouth a little
more open. I find myself moving my tongue with his and now he groans big-time.
I can't believe I'm in the parking lot of
Bandy's Bar and learning the basics of hot kissing. Right now, I don't care if
all the patrons of the bar decide to exit. All I want to do is kiss Tyce. He's
a good teacher and I'm learning fast.
Suddenly, he breaks our contact and leans his
forehead against mine. "Oh, God, Morgan, we've got to get out of here. I
swear you're driving me crazy."
On the drive back to my dorm, no one says anything,
and I turn around once to see Lucy has a satisfied smirk on her face. When Tyce
pulls to the curb, she opens the back of the king cab and jumps out. With a
huge grin, she says, "Catch you two later." She winks at us.
Tyce doesn't move to open his door. I stare
straight ahead.
He says, "Morgan, there are things about me
you don't know."
I turn to stare at his profile.
His chest is heaving. Suddenly, he opens his
door and jumps out. He pulls my wheelchair out of the truck bed and then lifts
me into it. Neither of us talk and I wonder if he's sorry for kissing me. I
push the lever of my chair. I just want to disappear inside my room. Tyce is
behind me. When we reach the door, my hands are shaking so bad I can't find my keys
in my purse.
"Here, let me do that." Tyce lifts my
purse from my lap and shuffles through it until he locates the key chain.
Finally, he opens the door. Before I have a chance to roll inside, he crouches
in front of me. "I'm not coming in and I think you know why."
I suddenly feel brave and ask, "Why?"
He runs a hand through his hair and I stare at
the tat on is forearm. "God, Morgan. Things could happen between us."
"Is that bad?"
"No. Yes. Hell, you're an innocent and I've
been around the block a few times. And I've got things in my past you should
know, but, God help me, I can't tell you right now."
I reach my hand and stroke the stubble on his
jaw. He turns his head and kisses my palm.
"I'm not the man for you, Morgan. As much as
I want to be, I'm not." He kisses me lightly, not like the sensual kisses
in the parking lot. Suddenly, he stands. "I'll catch up with you
tomorrow." He waits for me to enter my room. As soon as I'm inside, he
closes the door.
13:
Mean Girls
The next day in class, Lucy's in my face.
"What happened last night after I left? Maybe I shouldn't ask, but the way
Tyce was kissing you in the parking lot…hell, anyone would want to know."
I had purposefully entered class late to put off
the inevitable questions from Lucy. The teacher begins talking and Lucy says
under her breath, "Crap."
A couple of times I glance over at Tina and both
times she's staring daggers at me. After class, I decide to hang around, even
if it makes me late
Tyce take us home." She turns to him and asks, "Where's your
truck?" He points and her footsteps are loud as she rushes toward it.
I'm feeling very stubborn. "Call me a
cab," I insist.
He crouches again and says angrily, "What
the hell is going on with you?"
I refuse to look him in the eyes.
His voice softens. "Are you jealous?"
I jerk my gaze to his and hate the tears pricking
my eyes. A big one drips.
Tyce softly curses, "Fuck it all to hell.
I'm tired of fighting this." He reaches and thumbs the tear away and my
eyes stay glued to his. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to mine. I really can't breathe now.
With exquisite tenderness he kisses me. I close
my eyes. I can't believe Tyce is kissing me like this. I'm not sure of what I
should do, so I pucker my lips a little. He makes a sound that's a cross
between a groan and a growl, and deepens the kiss, then he places one hand
behind my head and pulls our lips tighter. His tongue touches the crease of my
mouth and I know what he wants. I part my lips slightly and he gently invades
my mouth. I'm still not sure of exactly what I should do, but that doesn't seem
to bother him. He cups my chin with his other hand and pulls my mouth a little
more open. I find myself moving my tongue with his and now he groans big-time.
I can't believe I'm in the parking lot of
Bandy's Bar and learning the basics of hot kissing. Right now, I don't care if
all the patrons of the bar decide to exit. All I want to do is kiss Tyce. He's
a good teacher and I'm learning fast.
Suddenly, he breaks our contact and leans his
forehead against mine. "Oh, God, Morgan, we've got to get out of here. I
swear you're driving me crazy."
On the drive back to my dorm, no one says anything,
and I turn around once to see Lucy has a satisfied smirk on her face. When Tyce
pulls to the curb, she opens the back of the king cab and jumps out. With a
huge grin, she says, "Catch you two later." She winks at us.
Tyce doesn't move to open his door. I stare
straight ahead.
He says, "Morgan, there are things about me
you don't know."
I turn to stare at his profile.
His chest is heaving. Suddenly, he opens his
door and jumps out. He pulls my wheelchair out of the truck bed and then lifts
me into it. Neither of us talk and I wonder if he's sorry for kissing me. I
push the lever of my chair. I just want to disappear inside my room. Tyce is
behind me. When we reach the door, my hands are shaking so bad I can't find my keys
in my purse.
"Here, let me do that." Tyce lifts my
purse from my lap and shuffles through it until he locates the key chain.
Finally, he opens the door. Before I have a chance to roll inside, he crouches
in front of me. "I'm not coming in and I think you know why."
I suddenly feel brave and ask, "Why?"
He runs a hand through his hair and I stare at
the tat on is forearm. "God, Morgan. Things could happen between us."
"Is that bad?"
"No. Yes. Hell, you're an innocent and I've
been around the block a few times. And I've got things in my past you should
know, but, God help me, I can't tell you right now."
I reach my hand and stroke the stubble on his
jaw. He turns his head and kisses my palm.
"I'm not the man for you, Morgan. As much as
I want to be, I'm not." He kisses me lightly, not like the sensual kisses
in the parking lot. Suddenly, he stands. "I'll catch up with you
tomorrow." He waits for me to enter my room. As soon as I'm inside, he
closes the door.
13:
Mean Girls
The next day in class, Lucy's in my face.
"What happened last night after I left? Maybe I shouldn't ask, but the way
Tyce was kissing you in the parking lot…hell, anyone would want to know."
I had purposefully entered class late to put off
the inevitable questions from Lucy. The teacher begins talking and Lucy says
under her breath, "Crap."
A couple of times I glance over at Tina and both
times she's staring daggers at me. After class, I decide to hang around, even
if it makes me late
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