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Authors: Malorie Verdant
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boy of my dreams.
“Thanks for your help,” I say softly then swiftly collect my fallen belongings to make my way through the exit. I was ready to take a breath of relief after entering the quad when Grayson Waters strides up beside me.
“Hey, Stars, have we met before?” he asks as he falls into step beside me.
“Um, Stars?” I timidly query.
“Thought Stars would be better than Stairs,” he says through soft laughter. “So, have I seen you at one of the games or parties?”
“Nope. Definitely not. I just have one of those faces.”
“Babe, you definitely do not have one of those faces.”
“Um, thanks, I guess. Anyway, I would love to stay and chat, but I have work tonight so I should probably get going. Thank you again for helping me before.” All right, so work didn’t start for another nine hours, but he didn’t know that.
“Cool. I guess I’ll see you same time next week then. Bye, Stars.” He flashes his dimple at me one more time before heading toward the cafeteria.
“Um, I guess so,” I reply, quickening my steps to carry me away from the horror of the past fifteen minutes and the very first conversation I had with a boy I’ve been watching for thirteen years. Holy hell, I just had an actual conversation with Grayson Waters and it wasn’t in a dream. Although, he still didn’t ask for my name.
I really need to call Keeley. Or Nate. Or maybe I tell no one because there is no way that just really happened anywhere other than inside my head.
GRAYSON
I’ve been struggling to get to my classes this semester and go to training. If it weren’t for the school’s online system and most teachers uploading their lectures, my grades would probably be shit right now. As I make my way toward the cafeteria, I decide I am going to be making a big effort Tuesday mornings to get to class from now on. Damn, that girl looked good. Her long, chocolate locks spread out around her heart-shaped face with big, golden eyes widely staring up at me. I can’t help but grin, thinking about her timid actions. I love it when I make them nervous. When they don’t look at me like they know all about me and are prepared to eat me alive.
Makes the game so much better when I have a chance to pursue them. Coax them out of their shell and out of their skin-tight jeans. I fucking hate it when girls on campus try and play me. When they start stripping before I even get a chance to touch a single button.
D is sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria when I walk in. I’m tossing up whether or not to mention the gorgeous brunette as I pull up a seat. I say anything about her and I know he’ll come up with some stupid excuse to attend class with me next week. I’ll be stuck watching him wink at her all lesson. And unlike the other girls I’ve been with, some part of me wants to keep her beautiful amber eyes to myself. “Still carb-loading?” I ask, chuckling at the fact that D is devouring what looks to be his fifth pudding.
“Dude, Tuesdays are pudding days. Nothing is better than pudding,” Andy replies between bites. “On second thought, there is something better than pudding. But it has been a very long three weeks without that taste in my mouth, so I’m fucking eating as much pudding as I fucking want.”
I can’t help but laugh at D’s frustrated expression. “Just tell the boys the bet’s off and then you can continue eating what we both know you wish you were eating every Tuesday.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I can’t help but imagine what amber eyes will look like when I eat her. She had blushed a light pink color each time I spoke to her earlier. I bet her color would change even more as I moved down her body. I would gamble my current savings that her shades of pink turn darker as I lick along her stomach just where it meets the top of her jeans; and then deepening to an even darker shade of red as I slowly unzip those jeans and taste the skin between her thighs. She would
“Thanks for your help,” I say softly then swiftly collect my fallen belongings to make my way through the exit. I was ready to take a breath of relief after entering the quad when Grayson Waters strides up beside me.
“Hey, Stars, have we met before?” he asks as he falls into step beside me.
“Um, Stars?” I timidly query.
“Thought Stars would be better than Stairs,” he says through soft laughter. “So, have I seen you at one of the games or parties?”
“Nope. Definitely not. I just have one of those faces.”
“Babe, you definitely do not have one of those faces.”
“Um, thanks, I guess. Anyway, I would love to stay and chat, but I have work tonight so I should probably get going. Thank you again for helping me before.” All right, so work didn’t start for another nine hours, but he didn’t know that.
“Cool. I guess I’ll see you same time next week then. Bye, Stars.” He flashes his dimple at me one more time before heading toward the cafeteria.
“Um, I guess so,” I reply, quickening my steps to carry me away from the horror of the past fifteen minutes and the very first conversation I had with a boy I’ve been watching for thirteen years. Holy hell, I just had an actual conversation with Grayson Waters and it wasn’t in a dream. Although, he still didn’t ask for my name.
I really need to call Keeley. Or Nate. Or maybe I tell no one because there is no way that just really happened anywhere other than inside my head.
GRAYSON
I’ve been struggling to get to my classes this semester and go to training. If it weren’t for the school’s online system and most teachers uploading their lectures, my grades would probably be shit right now. As I make my way toward the cafeteria, I decide I am going to be making a big effort Tuesday mornings to get to class from now on. Damn, that girl looked good. Her long, chocolate locks spread out around her heart-shaped face with big, golden eyes widely staring up at me. I can’t help but grin, thinking about her timid actions. I love it when I make them nervous. When they don’t look at me like they know all about me and are prepared to eat me alive.
Makes the game so much better when I have a chance to pursue them. Coax them out of their shell and out of their skin-tight jeans. I fucking hate it when girls on campus try and play me. When they start stripping before I even get a chance to touch a single button.
D is sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria when I walk in. I’m tossing up whether or not to mention the gorgeous brunette as I pull up a seat. I say anything about her and I know he’ll come up with some stupid excuse to attend class with me next week. I’ll be stuck watching him wink at her all lesson. And unlike the other girls I’ve been with, some part of me wants to keep her beautiful amber eyes to myself. “Still carb-loading?” I ask, chuckling at the fact that D is devouring what looks to be his fifth pudding.
“Dude, Tuesdays are pudding days. Nothing is better than pudding,” Andy replies between bites. “On second thought, there is something better than pudding. But it has been a very long three weeks without that taste in my mouth, so I’m fucking eating as much pudding as I fucking want.”
I can’t help but laugh at D’s frustrated expression. “Just tell the boys the bet’s off and then you can continue eating what we both know you wish you were eating every Tuesday.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I can’t help but imagine what amber eyes will look like when I eat her. She had blushed a light pink color each time I spoke to her earlier. I bet her color would change even more as I moved down her body. I would gamble my current savings that her shades of pink turn darker as I lick along her stomach just where it meets the top of her jeans; and then deepening to an even darker shade of red as I slowly unzip those jeans and taste the skin between her thighs. She would
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