sure is the slowest in the city, so I take the stairs two at a time up to the fourth floor.
If it was anyone other than Lea playing bubblegum pop music at full blast from inside my apartment, I’d be pissed. But as I reach for the knob, I can almost picture her dancing her way from room to room, holding the brush in her hand as if she’s Katy Perry. The biggest difference between the two would have to be the fact that Lea can’t carry a tune to save her life. But what she lacks in substance, she more than makes up for in style, so I sneak inside, slowly closing the door so I can enjoy the show before she realizes that she’s been caught.
My head falls back as I fail miserably in my attempt to keep from laughing at the way she screeches when her eyes open and she’s less than two feet in front of me. “Colby! You scared the shit out of me!”
When I reach for her, pulling her in for a quick kiss, it feels as if we’ve been doing this forever. Lea’s lithe body sags against mine, moaning quietly as my tongue swirls around her sweet mouth. God, I could stay here like this all night if not for the fact that I have a dare to complete. “Are you just about ready?” I ask, resting my hands on her hips, not ready to let go.
As I watch her walk to the front door, I realize what a fool I’ve been. The girls I’ve messed around with have nothing on my girl. Fuck, I hope she’s okay with me calling her mine, because as far as I’m concerned, this bullshit of us avoiding one another ends. Now. Regardless, those girls are polished, fake and everything they think I want. Lea’s at the complete other end of the spectrum, is dressed in jeans, a simple black tank top that accentuates her toned arms, and cowboy boots. Classic, simple, comfortable, and drop dead sexy.
“Yep, just have to grab something for later tonight.” She ducks into her bedroom, returning with a flannel shirt tied loosely around her waist. It seems like such a small thing, but the way she can be so at ease, not freaking about whether or not she fits into some arbitrary mold is a huge part of what has always drawn me to her.
Placing my hand on the small of her back, I lead her out of the apartment, never breaking contact as I fumble with the keys to lock the door. As we wait for the elevator, I wrap my hand around the braid at the nape of her neck. “You look amazing,” I say, tugging gently so her blue eyes are looking into mine. “Thank you for not freaking out.”
“About?” she asks, looking confused.
“Me telling you how I feel.” Fuck, putting a voice to my biggest concern makes me feel like a punk. Lea hates weak guys. I know this, and yet I’m standing here getting all sappy about the fact that she didn’t slap me or tell me I’m an idiot. “I just…”
She silences me by covering my mouth with hers. As her tongue slides between my lips, I feel my cock stirring to life, and I wonder how I can get out of this date and take her back inside. It’s too soon for us to be together, I know that, but I want to have the opportunity to explore her sun-kissed skin. I want to kiss her until her lips are swollen and her body is flushed. I just want her. Fuck, maybe I am a punk.
“I’m still thinking about freaking out,” she says, working a bit too hard to keep her expression stern. When I begin to fidget, she rests her hand over my racing heart. “You could have told me this a long time ago but you didn’t. I thought you didn’t like me that way…”
Whatever I’ve done to make her feel that way, I vow to figure it out so I can never do that again. Even if I was busy being an asshole, trying to keep her from wanting me, that doesn’t mean I wanted her to feel as if she wasn’t worthy. That’s one of Lea’s biggest problems; she’s used to being the unpopular girl, so she can’t see why anyone wants to be around her.
“Hey, I’ll probably be fucking this up a lot. So you should probably get used to hearing me say I’m
If it was anyone other than Lea playing bubblegum pop music at full blast from inside my apartment, I’d be pissed. But as I reach for the knob, I can almost picture her dancing her way from room to room, holding the brush in her hand as if she’s Katy Perry. The biggest difference between the two would have to be the fact that Lea can’t carry a tune to save her life. But what she lacks in substance, she more than makes up for in style, so I sneak inside, slowly closing the door so I can enjoy the show before she realizes that she’s been caught.
My head falls back as I fail miserably in my attempt to keep from laughing at the way she screeches when her eyes open and she’s less than two feet in front of me. “Colby! You scared the shit out of me!”
When I reach for her, pulling her in for a quick kiss, it feels as if we’ve been doing this forever. Lea’s lithe body sags against mine, moaning quietly as my tongue swirls around her sweet mouth. God, I could stay here like this all night if not for the fact that I have a dare to complete. “Are you just about ready?” I ask, resting my hands on her hips, not ready to let go.
As I watch her walk to the front door, I realize what a fool I’ve been. The girls I’ve messed around with have nothing on my girl. Fuck, I hope she’s okay with me calling her mine, because as far as I’m concerned, this bullshit of us avoiding one another ends. Now. Regardless, those girls are polished, fake and everything they think I want. Lea’s at the complete other end of the spectrum, is dressed in jeans, a simple black tank top that accentuates her toned arms, and cowboy boots. Classic, simple, comfortable, and drop dead sexy.
“Yep, just have to grab something for later tonight.” She ducks into her bedroom, returning with a flannel shirt tied loosely around her waist. It seems like such a small thing, but the way she can be so at ease, not freaking about whether or not she fits into some arbitrary mold is a huge part of what has always drawn me to her.
Placing my hand on the small of her back, I lead her out of the apartment, never breaking contact as I fumble with the keys to lock the door. As we wait for the elevator, I wrap my hand around the braid at the nape of her neck. “You look amazing,” I say, tugging gently so her blue eyes are looking into mine. “Thank you for not freaking out.”
“About?” she asks, looking confused.
“Me telling you how I feel.” Fuck, putting a voice to my biggest concern makes me feel like a punk. Lea hates weak guys. I know this, and yet I’m standing here getting all sappy about the fact that she didn’t slap me or tell me I’m an idiot. “I just…”
She silences me by covering my mouth with hers. As her tongue slides between my lips, I feel my cock stirring to life, and I wonder how I can get out of this date and take her back inside. It’s too soon for us to be together, I know that, but I want to have the opportunity to explore her sun-kissed skin. I want to kiss her until her lips are swollen and her body is flushed. I just want her. Fuck, maybe I am a punk.
“I’m still thinking about freaking out,” she says, working a bit too hard to keep her expression stern. When I begin to fidget, she rests her hand over my racing heart. “You could have told me this a long time ago but you didn’t. I thought you didn’t like me that way…”
Whatever I’ve done to make her feel that way, I vow to figure it out so I can never do that again. Even if I was busy being an asshole, trying to keep her from wanting me, that doesn’t mean I wanted her to feel as if she wasn’t worthy. That’s one of Lea’s biggest problems; she’s used to being the unpopular girl, so she can’t see why anyone wants to be around her.
“Hey, I’ll probably be fucking this up a lot. So you should probably get used to hearing me say I’m
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