I’ve seen you two at the library. You’re too lost in your textbooks to notice the way he looks at you.”
Honestly, I’m too tenses when I’m around him to even concentrate on my textbooks. I read the same paragraph ten times last time we were at the library, which is so not good for my grades. “How does he look at me?”
“Like you’re the corn on the cob and he wants to eat you.”
I swallow as that visual dances in my mind’s eye. Christian on his knees, his hands touching me as he parts my sex with his tongue and brings me to climax. Oh boy!
“Whatever,” I say, ignoring the flutter inside me, and hating the high pitch of my voice. “Fine, I’ll go, but promise me, no screaming. I don’t like to draw attention to myself and you know that.”
“I can’t promise that. I get caught up in the game and things just spill from my lips.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I need a new best friend.”
She laughs, and drags me across campus and to the stadium. We finally find seats, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off Christian throughout the game. Kaitlyn cheers beside me when the Falcons get a touchdown, she jumps, and I find myself screaming right along with her from my seat. Who knew I could get into the game so easily?
“Fun, huh?” Kaitlyn grins as she drops back down.
“Who knew.”
“There’s a whole world out there, my friend. You should have a look at it once in a while.”
I laugh at that, but she’s not wrong. I’ve always kept my head down and my mind focused. But now, I can’t focus on anything, thanks to Christian. Maybe I should jump him, climb him like a damn tree, and have my way with him. Maybe that would help get me back on track, and yeah, living life a little.
“What’s going through that mind of yours?” Kaitlyn asks.
“Oh, just thinking about having sex with Christian,” I say honestly and her jaw drops. Her hands go to my shoulders.
“Do it. Tonight.”
Nervous energy swirls through my stomach. “What if he doesn’t want me?”
She lets loose a hysterical laugh that draws attention. “Shh,” I say.
“Trust me on this. He wants you.”
Could she be right? What if I take a chance and she’s wrong and Christian laughs at me?
What if she’s right and Christian takes me to his bed?
Neither one of us are thinking long term or a future. We are both on different paths, but why couldn’t we have one night of pleasure?
Kaitlyn jumps up again, and I sit there wondering what happened. God, I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t realize we just won the game.
“Come on,” Kaitlyn says and grabs my arm. “Let’s head to the Growler so we can get good seats.”
We weave our way through the excited crowd as the cheerleaders jump on the players’ backs and they carry them inside. My stomach is in knots. Does Christian have after-game party plans with one of those hot girls tonight? If he does, I’m going to have to see about changing that.
Whoa, where did this fierce Maize come from? I’m not sure, but I think I like her. We make our way to the Growler, which is totally packed, so we find seats at the bar. Minutes tick by and my anxiety peaks as I wait for Christian. Antsy and hardly able to sit still, I tell Kaitlyn I’m making a trip to the ladies’ room, where I splash a bit of water on my face. As I come back down the hall, I hear the commotion and know the players and cheerleaders have arrived.
I reach the end of the long hall, and stop where I am as Christian walks in like he owns the damn place. I do love that man’s confidence. There’s a cheerleader on his back as he makes his way to the bar, and he goes completely still when his gaze lands on me. He shakes the girl off, says something to her, and with pouty lips, she saunters off.
His strides are long, determined, as he moves people out of his way, to get to me. He stops, and I try to breathe as I lift my chin to meet his eyes.
“You came,” he says, an intensity about him that is both terrifying and exhilarating. Is this how he gets after a game? I’m not sure, and I’m also wondering why my fierceness from earlier has disappeared.