CHAPTER2
There'sone thing about Rob and me. We can't keep our hands off each other, and that's not a bad thing. Not at all. There's always been something electric about us, something hot and heavy, something I need.
Something I crave.
He has a reputation of being a legend around campus, and I'm sure that's in part because he's been with so many girls. A different flavor of the week, a new girl in bed every night.
But now, I’m that girl.
We haven't been together all that long, but somehow, it also feels like it's been a lifetime.
Even so, in the back of my mind, I don’t know if we’ll last. Why I have this fear, I don’t know, but I shove it away, only it keeps coming back.
We leave the theater arm in arm, and I rest my head against his shoulder. Once we reach the car, Rob hesitates.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Do you want me to drive over to where it’s darker, and we climb into the backseat and…” He grins down at me, the light from a nearby parking lot illuminating his face and giving him a halo that he doesn’t entirely deserve.
“How about we just head to your place?” I ask with. Grin. “The guys should know we went out tonight, right?”
“As far as I know, they aren’t around, but even if they are, I have a lock on my door.”
“The walls aren’t soundproof,” I remind him.
He chuckles. “As if they haven’t heard you before.”
I flush.
“Damn. You’re beautiful when you’re embarrassed, you know that? But you don’t need to be embarrassed.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” I counter.
“No?” He snorts. “Then why are you blushing?”
“Because.”
Rob makes no effort to unlock the car. “Every once in a while, you can open up to me.”
I swallow hard and draw away from him. I don’t want tonight to end on a sour note. Can’t we just get to his place and sleep together before literally sleeping together?
Because that's another thing about Rob and me. I haven't told him about my father.
For several reasons.
One, I don’t want to drag him into that nonsense.
Two, I hate my father, and I don’t want to think about him, let alone talk about him.
Three, to give away my family’s dirty secret… well, that demands a level of commitment that I don’t know if I can handle right now.
“If you don’t want to be loud, then don’t be loud,” he says. “You didn’t do too bad in the theater.”
“Because you had your hand over my mouth.”
“It was hot,” he says, moving closer to me. He lifts my chin and traces his thumb along my jawline. “Maybe tonight, even if they aren’t home, you could try to be quiet. Think of it as practice.”
“And if I let out a scream?”