I leaned in and ran my nose along her neckline.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Shh. Quiet.” My fingers were already running through her soft strands of gold. Her copper eyes glistened in the moonlight, and my eyes dropped to her mouth. Her lips called to me like a siren, and I would no longer deny myself the feel of them.
I joined our lips as her soft whimpers muffled into my mouth.
Her tongue slid along mine, soft and wet.
She broke the kiss suddenly and pushed my chest away.
Her eyes sprang open, and I couldn’t read the expression hidden inside. “I still have a boyfriend,” she said, softly.
My neck grew hot, my fingers still clutched in her hair as my mind raced. “Oh, ok. Then why are you here right now?” I breathed across her cheek.
“I’m sorry. I should have never let it get this far. You seem to always catch me off guard.”
“Off guard?”
She pushed me the remainder of the way away from her.
“I can’t think straight when I’m around you,” she said.
I stood from the bench. “I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow morning and we’ll start implementing the changes. Have a good night, Penny.” I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
She sat there with her mouth agape as I turned to walk away. I heard her faint goodbye as I neared Ocean Drive.
I pushed away any sexual desire toward Penny, as I slid into the leather seat of my Audi.
When I arrived home I grabbed my notebook and pen and tried again to write another list.
Reasons why you NEED to stop thinking about Penny
? She has a boyfriend
? She has a boyfriend
? She has a boyfriend
? She has a fucking boyfriend you fucking moron
With despair, I stared at the words written. I flipped the page, and with a new sheet I wrote out a new list.
Reasons why I CAN’T stop thinking about Penny
? She’s everything I’ve ever wanted
Fuck. I slammed my fist against the notebook and tossed it across the room.
***
The next day I sat down in my office of The Goat to start the first phases of Penny’s ideas.
First I needed a name for the project. I stared to the ceiling as my mind went blank. Grabbing my clipboard, I turned the page to a new sheet.
Plan of Attack
? Project Freckle’s Ideas