smiling.
So stubborn.
As we walked, I took the opportunity to try to get to know her better, hoping that would help in my quest to get her in my bed. I ignored the fact that I was interested in her, that I actually wanted to know more about her.
“So, do you and Kamden live together?”
“Yeah, just me and him. We’ve lived in our apartment together since college.”
“Any other family?”
Her skin paled as her eyes widened. “No.”
Okay, not a good topic. Maybe we have more in common than I thought. “What do you do for work?”
Her face relaxed, and color began to return to her cheeks. “I’m a Project Coordinator for a marketing and public relations firm in Boston.”
“Sounds boring.”
She looked offended, but laughed. “Thanks. Not everyone gets to work out for a living.”
“It’s pretty awesome,” I admitted. We were nearing the exit doors, so my time with her was running out. “What do you like to do for fun?”
I opened the door for her as she answered, “I love to go dancing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind when I ask you out.”
She laughed again; this had to be the most I’d ever seen her do so. I was getting somewhere, finally.
“Anything else that might help my chances?”
She stopped by a black, Acura TL before leaning against it, facing me.
“You don’t want to get involved with me,” she said with a half-hearted smile.
“Oh, yeah? Why not?” I replied as I stepped closer to her. Always fighting me.
Her eyes watched me warily. This close to her, I could see so many different hues of blue and green that made up the unique shade of her eyes. They really were beautiful. “I just… I have a lot of issues.”
“Don’t we all?” I asked in a rhetorical tone. I know I do.
She chuckled softly, “Not like mine.”
“You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.” What am I saying? I don’t want to her to know about my past—do I?
“That’s never going to happen,” she replied matter-of-factly, an unspoken challenge present in her eyes.
“Never say never.” I smirked while backing away. “Goodnight, Kaiya.”
I didn’t need to say anything else that I might regret, like telling her my whole life story. Why does she make me feel so different? Why do I want to open up to her?
Shaking her head, she smiled as she got into her car. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but think, Tuesday can’t come fast enough.
My body still thrummed with adrenaline from a combination of class and touching Ryker. It amazed me how just being close to him made me feel so alive, like I hadn’t really been living until I met him. Honestly, I really hadn’t.
Kaleb had made me afraid to live, afraid to trust anyone. But with Ryker, I felt there was a chance that I could open up to him, and that scared the living shit out of me. If I couldn’t even trust Kaleb, how could I trust Ryker?
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I started my car to drive home. I didn’t want to think about anything negative when I was feeling so good, when I actually felt… happy. I knew completing one self-defense class wasn’t very significant for most people, but it was huge—absolutely huge—for me. One of the many steps I needed to take to reclaim my life and eliminate the power Kaleb had over me.
My stomach growled as I walked into my apartment, so I headed straight for the kitchen to look for something quick to throw together for dinner.
As I rifled through the refrigerator, I heard Kamden call out, “I ordered a pizza—figured you wouldn’t want to cook.”
His voice had increased in volume as he walked from wherever he was in the apartment into the kitchen. When I closed the refrigerator door, I turned to see him standing in the doorway. “How was class? Everything go okay?” he asked with concern.
“Yeah, everything went fine,” I shrugged. “I was a little nervous at first, but Ryker worked with me one-on-one to make sure I was comfortable,” I continued as I
So stubborn.
As we walked, I took the opportunity to try to get to know her better, hoping that would help in my quest to get her in my bed. I ignored the fact that I was interested in her, that I actually wanted to know more about her.
“So, do you and Kamden live together?”
“Yeah, just me and him. We’ve lived in our apartment together since college.”
“Any other family?”
Her skin paled as her eyes widened. “No.”
Okay, not a good topic. Maybe we have more in common than I thought. “What do you do for work?”
Her face relaxed, and color began to return to her cheeks. “I’m a Project Coordinator for a marketing and public relations firm in Boston.”
“Sounds boring.”
She looked offended, but laughed. “Thanks. Not everyone gets to work out for a living.”
“It’s pretty awesome,” I admitted. We were nearing the exit doors, so my time with her was running out. “What do you like to do for fun?”
I opened the door for her as she answered, “I love to go dancing.”
“I’ll keep that in mind when I ask you out.”
She laughed again; this had to be the most I’d ever seen her do so. I was getting somewhere, finally.
“Anything else that might help my chances?”
She stopped by a black, Acura TL before leaning against it, facing me.
“You don’t want to get involved with me,” she said with a half-hearted smile.
“Oh, yeah? Why not?” I replied as I stepped closer to her. Always fighting me.
Her eyes watched me warily. This close to her, I could see so many different hues of blue and green that made up the unique shade of her eyes. They really were beautiful. “I just… I have a lot of issues.”
“Don’t we all?” I asked in a rhetorical tone. I know I do.
She chuckled softly, “Not like mine.”
“You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.” What am I saying? I don’t want to her to know about my past—do I?
“That’s never going to happen,” she replied matter-of-factly, an unspoken challenge present in her eyes.
“Never say never.” I smirked while backing away. “Goodnight, Kaiya.”
I didn’t need to say anything else that I might regret, like telling her my whole life story. Why does she make me feel so different? Why do I want to open up to her?
Shaking her head, she smiled as she got into her car. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but think, Tuesday can’t come fast enough.
My body still thrummed with adrenaline from a combination of class and touching Ryker. It amazed me how just being close to him made me feel so alive, like I hadn’t really been living until I met him. Honestly, I really hadn’t.
Kaleb had made me afraid to live, afraid to trust anyone. But with Ryker, I felt there was a chance that I could open up to him, and that scared the living shit out of me. If I couldn’t even trust Kaleb, how could I trust Ryker?
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I started my car to drive home. I didn’t want to think about anything negative when I was feeling so good, when I actually felt… happy. I knew completing one self-defense class wasn’t very significant for most people, but it was huge—absolutely huge—for me. One of the many steps I needed to take to reclaim my life and eliminate the power Kaleb had over me.
My stomach growled as I walked into my apartment, so I headed straight for the kitchen to look for something quick to throw together for dinner.
As I rifled through the refrigerator, I heard Kamden call out, “I ordered a pizza—figured you wouldn’t want to cook.”
His voice had increased in volume as he walked from wherever he was in the apartment into the kitchen. When I closed the refrigerator door, I turned to see him standing in the doorway. “How was class? Everything go okay?” he asked with concern.
“Yeah, everything went fine,” I shrugged. “I was a little nervous at first, but Ryker worked with me one-on-one to make sure I was comfortable,” I continued as I
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