“Maybe I am.”
Her gaze widened, surprised by my response.
“Yeah, you and me both, Soph.”
Neither one of us said anything, and the silence was deafening between us. However, it was the turmoil I felt seeing her dressed in this fucking uniform, dancing like she was just another slutty cheerleader that was wreaking havoc in my mind.
Whatever was happening between us was almost too much for me to understand. I barely knew this girl, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to protect her from my teammates who would only fuck her and leave her. Not that I was any better… I was just like them. She needed to stay away from me too.
Though it was becoming obvious I couldn’t stay away from her.
The thick black eyeliner on her alluring hazel eyes was messing with my head. Along with the glossy shine on her pouty lips, making them look bigger than they were. She smelled like cotton candy, and I wanted a taste.
Her hair was in pigtails, and I couldn’t help but envision gripping onto them while she sucked my cock.
There was no resisting the gravitational pull she had on me.
I was at her mercy, asking again, “How innocent are you, Sophie?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because it does … to me.”
She licked her lips, fucking provoking me.
My hands didn’t move from her tiny waist, and just to hear her whimper, I gripped a little harder. She gave me what I craved, though she wasn’t answering my question.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m at a party, Jax. You know, it’s what people our age do.”
“Why are you dressed in this fucking uniform?”
She looked down at herself. “You don’t like it?”
“I hate it.”
“But you’re always with cheerleaders.”
“Is that your way of admitting you wore this for me?”
She shrugged.
Zeroing in on her, I tried to keep my temper in check. Pissed she thought I wanted her to look like the chicks I hooked up with.
“Is it because I don’t fill it out like the girls you’re used to?”
“You don’t get me at all, do you? I like that you’re petite. It means I can put you where I want you.”
“Like on the bed of your truck?”
“Would you prefer the bed in my room?”
“Is that where this is going?”
“No.”
“Why not?”