skin.
“Sophia.” He said my name softly as he stared into my eyes. My heart thundered in my chest. “You’re the kind of girl that makes a man want to be his best. I don’t want to just take you for one night. I want you for all nights.”
Damn, he’s good.
The waiter dropped our drinks off breaking our conversation , forcing Brandon to pull his hand from mine, and I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since he touched me. I quickly took my wine and gulped down a few sips, needing any reason not to look at him for a moment. A way to break the spell I was drugged from where I believed every damn word coming out of his mouth. After we placed our orders, Brandon took the lead with the conversation, changing it to more basic first date topics.
Our conversation turned into twenty questions which had us laughing hysterically and earning us many dirty looks from the people at other tables.
“Sibling s?” he questioned as he cut his steak.
“A sister. She’s twelve and bossy, but I love her to pieces. You?”
“Only child. What do your parents do?”
“My mother stayed at h ome with us, my dad is a police officer. Yours?”
“My dad is lawyer and my mother is a doctor.”
“So that’s where you get your brains from,” I laughed before sipping my wine.
“Still surprised I’m a science major, eh? I guess it’s hard to see my big brains behind a ll of my good looks.” He waggled his brows at me and I rolled my eyes.
“Maybe it seems like you think too much with the wrong head,” I blurted out and immediately regretted it. Brandon was so good-looking, funny, charming, everything I would want in a man, but his reputation was shit and even though I barely knew him, I liked him. But his past gnawed at me. His smile faded quickly and he sipped his high ball before changing the subject.
He talked about his plans for the future , and I talked about my plans for the summer. We talked long after we got the check and paid, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes and when we headed back to his car he placed his hand on the small of my back and it made me tremble. From my peripheral vision, I thought I saw him smile slightly. He felt what his touch did to me. He knew he had me baited and I hated it. Any plans I had of playing it safe to make sure he had the best intentions were melting away.
“Are you ready to go home or are you up for some fun?” he asked as we walked to his car. He drove a shitty Ford Focus which I appreciated. He had money, but he wasn’t spoiled like a lot of the kids at Alabama.
“Depends on what you mean by fu n,” I challenged. “Will we be wearing clothes?” The wine was short-circuiting the filter to my mouth and pretty much letting me say anything I wanted, even if I sounded like a bitch.
Stupid filter.
But Brandon didn’t miss a beat and went right with it, taking my verbal punches with finesse. “Trying to get me naked already? It’s only our first date,” he quipped, and I blushed. “Geesh, at least wait until date three.”
I fought the urge to snap at him and tell him, it would take a lot more than three dates to get in my pants, but he was trying to be funny and lighten the mood , so I let it go. In spite of my inhibitions, I had enjoyed myself hanging out with him and really didn’t want the evening to end. “I’m game for a little fun. What’d you have in mind?”
“My friend is having a party. We could stop by ,” he offered almost apologetically, as if it was a lame idea and he hoped I wasn’t insulted by it.
“Okay.” I shrugged as he opened my door and I slid in. Maybe being around a lot of other people would help break some of this intensity going on between us. A party sounded like a great idea.
His friend Jake’s apartment was packed and the bass from the music playing inside could be heard from the parking lot. When we entered the apartment, I saw a few of my friends and waved to them. “I’m going to go say h
“Sophia.” He said my name softly as he stared into my eyes. My heart thundered in my chest. “You’re the kind of girl that makes a man want to be his best. I don’t want to just take you for one night. I want you for all nights.”
Damn, he’s good.
The waiter dropped our drinks off breaking our conversation , forcing Brandon to pull his hand from mine, and I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since he touched me. I quickly took my wine and gulped down a few sips, needing any reason not to look at him for a moment. A way to break the spell I was drugged from where I believed every damn word coming out of his mouth. After we placed our orders, Brandon took the lead with the conversation, changing it to more basic first date topics.
Our conversation turned into twenty questions which had us laughing hysterically and earning us many dirty looks from the people at other tables.
“Sibling s?” he questioned as he cut his steak.
“A sister. She’s twelve and bossy, but I love her to pieces. You?”
“Only child. What do your parents do?”
“My mother stayed at h ome with us, my dad is a police officer. Yours?”
“My dad is lawyer and my mother is a doctor.”
“So that’s where you get your brains from,” I laughed before sipping my wine.
“Still surprised I’m a science major, eh? I guess it’s hard to see my big brains behind a ll of my good looks.” He waggled his brows at me and I rolled my eyes.
“Maybe it seems like you think too much with the wrong head,” I blurted out and immediately regretted it. Brandon was so good-looking, funny, charming, everything I would want in a man, but his reputation was shit and even though I barely knew him, I liked him. But his past gnawed at me. His smile faded quickly and he sipped his high ball before changing the subject.
He talked about his plans for the future , and I talked about my plans for the summer. We talked long after we got the check and paid, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes and when we headed back to his car he placed his hand on the small of my back and it made me tremble. From my peripheral vision, I thought I saw him smile slightly. He felt what his touch did to me. He knew he had me baited and I hated it. Any plans I had of playing it safe to make sure he had the best intentions were melting away.
“Are you ready to go home or are you up for some fun?” he asked as we walked to his car. He drove a shitty Ford Focus which I appreciated. He had money, but he wasn’t spoiled like a lot of the kids at Alabama.
“Depends on what you mean by fu n,” I challenged. “Will we be wearing clothes?” The wine was short-circuiting the filter to my mouth and pretty much letting me say anything I wanted, even if I sounded like a bitch.
Stupid filter.
But Brandon didn’t miss a beat and went right with it, taking my verbal punches with finesse. “Trying to get me naked already? It’s only our first date,” he quipped, and I blushed. “Geesh, at least wait until date three.”
I fought the urge to snap at him and tell him, it would take a lot more than three dates to get in my pants, but he was trying to be funny and lighten the mood , so I let it go. In spite of my inhibitions, I had enjoyed myself hanging out with him and really didn’t want the evening to end. “I’m game for a little fun. What’d you have in mind?”
“My friend is having a party. We could stop by ,” he offered almost apologetically, as if it was a lame idea and he hoped I wasn’t insulted by it.
“Okay.” I shrugged as he opened my door and I slid in. Maybe being around a lot of other people would help break some of this intensity going on between us. A party sounded like a great idea.
His friend Jake’s apartment was packed and the bass from the music playing inside could be heard from the parking lot. When we entered the apartment, I saw a few of my friends and waved to them. “I’m going to go say h
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