Senior Year of High School
“That is someone I’d like to tap.”
I gazed past my best friend, James Larson, to Scarlett Littlefield.
“Scarlett?” Jim Montigo asked. “I didn’t know she was back from Boston. Wasn’t she quite the prankster in middle school? Set a garbage can on fire outside the courthouse or something?”
My eyes roamed over Scarlett’s body and I smiled. She’d always been beautiful, but now she was all grown up with a body to die for. Even under the dim lights of the backyard party we were all attending, my breath paused at the sight of her.
“She was known to pull a prank or two.” Turning to James, I added with a smirk, “I don’t think she’s your type though, dude.”
He huffed as I glanced back her way and tried to pull my eyes off of her.
Jim chuckled. “Because she’s your type, Parker?”
With a shrug, I replied, “She doesn’t seem the like the type of girl who would be any of our types.”
Jim nodded.
“She’s going to school in Boston you said?” James asked.
She turned, and my eyes met Scarlett’s. What in the fuck was that feeling in my chest?
We locked gazes and when she smiled, my damn knees wobbled, and warmth filled my entire body. I returned the smile, and I swore she swayed.
“What the fuck, Parker? All you have to do is smile at a bitch and she melts on the spot?” James joked.
“Don’t call her that,” I said, not pulling my eyes off of her.
A hand waved in front of me, “Jesus, dude, are you drooling?” Jim asked.
I slapped his hand away. “Knock it off, asshole.”
Time moved slowly as I watched Scarlett make her way around to her friends, hugging them and saying goodbye. She was leaving, but not before I got the chance to talk to her. I remembered her from elementary school and middle school. She’d been the first girl I ever danced with at a school dance, and definitely the last. Not that anyone else knew that.
Following her out of Mitch O’Conner’s backyard and onto the street, I called out her name before she got into her little sporty BMW. She was an only child and spoiled rotten, or that was the rumor.
“Scarlett!” I called out. “Hold up!”
She paused, then turned to face me. A smile lit up her entire face.
Stopping in front of her, I pushed my hand through my hair and said, “Hey, I’m Trevor Parker.”
Her cheeks turned a slight pink, and my cock jumped in my pants.
“Our mothers are best friends. I know who you are, Trevor.”
My brow lifted. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Leaning against her car, she folded her arms over her chest, lifting her already perky tits. My damn pants grew a little bit tighter. My mother would kill me if she knew the thoughts that were running through my mind right now.
“I’m not sure I know you enough to answer that. If rumors are true, I’d say it was a bad thing.”
With a hurt expression, I slammed my hand over my heart. “Ouch. You wound me so, Ms. Littlefield.”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “You probably don’t remember this, but you were the first boy to ever ask me to dance. At our sixth-grade winter formal in middle school.”
With a crooked smile, I placed my hand on her car, bringing our bodies closer. It wasn’t lost on me how she shook a little and sucked in a breath as I drew closer to her.
“I remember. You were the first girl I ever asked to dance with me.”
And the last.
Glancing to the ground, she dropped her arms to her sides nervously before looking back up at me.
“So, how have you been?” she asked. Her voice was so fucking sexy. “My momma said you’re going to be taking over your family ranch after college.”
“That’s the plan. Ranching is in my blood and it’s something I love. Can’t really see myself doing anything else.”
“You look good in Wranglers, so that’s a plus.” Her cheeks turned a soft pink at the innocent flirting.
“That is a plus,” I replied with a wink. “How do you like going to school in Boston?”
Scarlett exhaled loudly. “It’s cold. We had a mid-term break so that’s why I’m home for a visit.”
“You going to college up there also?”
Her eyes looked so sad. “Yeah. Probably.”
“How long are you in town for?”
Her teeth dug into her lower lip, and I was pretty sure I let out a groan as her pink lip turned white.
“I leave tomorrow.”
My heart dropped. “Tomorrow?”
She nodded. “Yep.”
It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. “You want to go grab a cup of coffee at Lilly’s?”
Her face lit up again, and I decided right then and there I loved making her smile.
“I’d love to,” she replied.
“I’ll meet you there.”
Scarlett flashed me another breathtaking smile and slipped into her car while I jogged over to my truck. I hadn’t told James and Jim that I was leaving. The last thing I wanted was to catch hell from them. The less they knew the better.