We seem to be dancing around it with all these tedious conversations.
All I want to do is throw my arms around him again and find out if his lips taste as yummy as they look.
But that’s not what someone who has it all under control would do.
I fidget nervously and try not to blush, as I decide that maybe, just for once, I should let myself lose control, with the only guy I have ever wanted in my entire life.
It’s my graduation party, and his going away party, and we deserve it.
Even though it’s not like myself to let that happen.
But I’m feeling like someone new tonight— a completely new person— and I like it.
I’m Bella 2.0. The graduated Bella. The totally grown up and able to be with my brother’s best friend if I want to Bella.
If only for one night.
Chapter 3 – Steve
I try to act normal as Bella and I sit here talking, even though I’m feeling abnormally attracted to her—even more so than usual. And I’ve been attracted to her for a very long time, so that’s really saying something.
She's telling me about all that she still has to do to get ready for college. I'm trying to listen to her but I'm so distracted. All I can think about is how hot she looks.
I have had such a difficult time reminding myself to keep my hands off her. Not only is she 19, but she’s also my best friend's sister.
Derek is so overprotective of her that I just know he'd fucking murder me if I tried anything with her, friends or not.
"So, basically, like I was saying, it’s just a lot of paperwork that I have left. I'm not worried about it though. I can do it on my own. I've done everything else on my own," Bella says, as my focus returns to our conversation.
"Yes, you have. That's exactly why you deserved to celebrate tonight, more than me," I tell her.
She smiles and waves away my statement. Bella has become so determined and strong-willed. There’s so much strength in her that I hadn’t noticed before—probably because I was too busy tryingnotto look at her plump ass, wide hips, and big, shapely tits, and telling myselfnotto run my hands all over them.
She's right— she achieved that scholarship all on her own. Despite the setback of having negligent— or sometimes downright abusive, if you ask me— parents, she's overcoming that hardship and moving on to college.
There are so many things about her that are fucking amazing. She's intelligent, independent, and extremely attractive. I know I shouldn't focus on that, but I can't help myself.
Even in the conservative dress she's wearing, she still manages to show off her curves. Granted, it's not as bare of a dress as some of the other girls were wearing. But it's kind of tight, and the skirt bounces and rides up in a way that shows her ample legs and thighs.
She really has blossomed into a woman, even though I’ve known her since she was in pigtails, so I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I don't want to be caught gawking at her.
"Hey, do you remember that night that we went to that reunion concert for that one band?" I ask her, desperately trying to change the subject.
The name of the band eludes me, but I had to say something and it’s the first thing that came to mind.
"Yes! How could I forget? My first concert. The poster is on my wall in my room. I'm taking it to college with me," she answers.
"What? There was a poster? I only remember the concert because you really liked the music and I lifted you up on my shoulders so you could get a better view," I say.
"Of course there was a poster. They threw them out to the audience after the show. You and Derek were already leaving, but I managed to catch one," Bella explains.
"No way! I would've remembered something like that.”
"Maybe you need to see the poster to remember,” she says.
"You're right. Why don't you show it to me? Because I remember everything about that night and there was no poster," I insist. “Maybe you’re thinking of some different concert than I am.”
There could very well be a poster— I was drunk and wouldn’t really remember clearly— but I just want an excuse to go to her room.