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I ruffle through my drawers, finding the newest pair of boxers I have. I've never had a girl in my clothes before. After finding a suitable shirt, I pull out the combination and see her still staring at the door, tension gathering in her body. Is she nervous or scared?

"Here," I say, prompting her to turn around.

When I hand her the clothes, I notice her eyes drop and study the boxers as a new shade of red darkens her cheeks. I'd really love to know what she's thinking right now.

"You can change in the bathroom. I'll change out here," I say while pulling my shirt over my head, probing for a reaction.

I don't fight fair.

Once my shirt is gone, I'm pleased to see it has the desired effect. Her eyes are on me—glued to me, really. Oh damn, she just pulled that sexy lip into her mouth and bit on it. Yeah... my cock and I will be at war tonight because I'm not going to take advantage. But at least I know she's definitely interested.

I'm not looking for a serious relationship at this point in my life, and with Raya, anything less would be unacceptable. But then again, Raya is only eighteen. She might want something casual, too, and it'd be stupid to allow her to do it with anyone but me.

Slow. I'll go slow. It'll happen naturally.

"What do the tattoos mean?" she asks, shamelessly still taking me in.

My grin is involuntary as I toss my shirt to the dresser, loving the way she can't stop looking. Tag took me to get my first tattoo. It was simply to piss off my father. It worked. From there, I just started getting them as I pleased—inking my memories.

"They're blended together, but they all mean different things. There are different points in my life I wanted to remember, so I did what I wanted to in order to mark them. I don't get one anywhere I can't cover it up easily. You going to change?"

She's still staring. I'm already hard as a rock. I'd drop my pants just to really drive things home, but then she'd see the tent in my boxers. I'm sure it's already visible through my jeans, but it'd be impossible to miss through my boxers. One of two things would happen: she'd jump me and ravage my body, or she'd run out of here completely humiliated.

Considering I think it'd be the latter of the two, I decide to keep my pants on and have mercy on her.

"Raya? You okay?" I ask through a teasing snicker.

She might as well be running right now. I've never seen anyone dart into a bathroom so quickly. It's a damn good thing I didn't drop my pants.

I change quickly, but to be cruel, I leave my shirt off. I want her to look at me that way more. My phone buzzes, and I grab it to see what's going on. Tag. I'm surprised he didn't come tonight.

Tag: Who the hell are you dating? Just saw Joseph Martin. Says you beat the hell out of him.

If Joseph thought that was beating the hell out of him, then he'd really better steer clear of my gir— I mean... Raya.

Me: Long story. Can't talk right now though. I'll text later.

I start to put my phone down, but it buzzes immediately.

Tag: You're getting fucked right now, aren't you? Bastard. All the women here are too drunk. :(

I hold back a laugh, and then groan internally. This is going to be a hard night.

I hear the door open, but I'm almost afraid to look at Raya wearing my clothes. Considering where my head is at—thanks to Tag—that would probably be a bad idea.

"Just toss your dress on my dresser. I'll send it to the drycleaners with my stuff," I say while sending Tag one last message.

Ah, hell. Did she just gasp? I can feel her eyes on me. This night is going to be brutal.

Me: I'm luckier than you. That's all I've got to say.

I look up just as she's putting her dress where I told her, and I regret it immediately. Those are officially my favorite pair of boxers.

"You need me to set an alarm or anything?" I ask, trying not to groan when I see her sliding under the covers of my bed.

"No. You can just toss me out with the sun, though."

I laugh, mostly because it's a nervous reaction. I can't say anything else. I'm afraid my voice will break because the hard-on I have on is just too painful. Instead, I get as close to the edge of the bed as I can, and then I pretend as though I won't be fucking her all night in my dreams.


Tags: C.M. Owens Sterling Shore Romance