What I want to do is leave and go over to Emma’s dorm, barge in, and pull her into my arms. I’ve never wanted a girl like this before in my life and it’s honestly boggling my mind that I can’t shake my feelings for her. There’s a challenge to her – like a flame that makes my flame burn all the hotter for her. A riddle I don’t know the answer to.
I think what kills me the most is that she has this perception of me – a perception I’ve cultivated for sure, but still the wrong perception. I’m not an asshole; I’ve just been having a good time, and as I lean against a tree and take a deep breath, I wonder what my life would have been like had I met her four years ago.
“Shouldn’t you be inside?” a voice asks. My chest tightens and I open my eyes to see Emma standing on the sidewalk in front of me. “You’ll disappoint your guests.”
“Fuck ‘em.” I grin as I come alive inside. “I don’t owe them anything.”
I drag my eyes up my goddess’ body; she may be an art student, but she’s the real work of art.
She’s trying to look like she didn’t dress up, but she did. She did her makeup, but not in a way that would make it stand out. Her hair is perfect, flowing down her shoulders like sparkling waterfalls, framing her perfect chest and the curves that drive me insane. Instantly, I feel a rush of blood to my power source.
The things I would do to you…
“You’ll disappoint them,” she says with a voice as sweet as honey. “Especially the ladies.”
“Fuck the ladies,” I say, stepping close to her. She raises an eyebrow. “Well, not literally. Unless that lady is you.”
“You really are an asshole; you know that?” she asks with a frown-smile that makes me lick my lips. “I come all the way here and that’s your opening line? Why not just tell me you have something you want to show me up in your bedroom?”
“Because that would be cheesy.” I grin. “And I don’t think you like chee
se.”
“I do,” she replies. “Especially Brie. Brie on crackers.”
“Uh huh.” I nod. I can’t take it anymore. I move right in and slide my hands around her waist. She’s soft, warm and smells like heaven. My dick is throbbing, my body aching for her. But just as I’m pulling her close, she presses my arms down and steps away.
“I’m not one of those girls,” she tells me.
“I know.”
“Then why are you treating me like one?” she asks.
“I – I didn’t mean to,” I stammer like an idiot. She has a point.
“This was a mistake—” she starts to say, but I grab her hand before she can turn away.
“No, it wasn’t,” I tell her. “Come on. We’re getting out of here.”
I start to pull her up the street toward my truck. “To your bedroom?” she asks sarcastically.
“Now is that nice?” I ask as I hold the door for her. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here if you’d let me.”
Emma frowns at me, examining my face for signs of bullshit. But I’m not bullshitting, so she doesn’t find any, and slowly, she gets into the truck. I close the door behind her (not before checking out her ass) and hop in the driver’s side.
We sit in silence for a few minutes as I drive, and only once I’m pulling down the road to the reservoir does she finally say something.
“Is this where you bring the bodies?” she asks as the road turns to dirt.
“Baseball may be my career”—I smirk—“but serial killing is my main hobby.”
“Is it weird that I only think you’re partially kidding?”
“Hey, guy’s gotta be a little dangerous, right?” I ask as I pull off the road and park. I shut the lights off and wait while our eyes adjust to the darkness.
“A little…” she replies softly. “But Jay—”
“There!” I interrupt, pointing out her window. “See them?”