Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,41
inside with a dirty little grin and a wave goodbye.
***
After an entire year without sex, another week without it should’ve been no big deal. Instead, it felt like an eternity. I would have thought I could go a damn week without thinking about it. I tried, I really did. But I saw sex everywhere, in class, on TV, in the movies. Everyone was doing it except for me, damn it. I’m obsessing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Sally was right. I needed to get laid. Again and again. I chuckle.
He said we were going out this weekend, but I haven’t heard from him since Tuesday. A call asking how my week is going? A sexy, flirty text? Something? I feel like some thirteen-year-old girl waiting anxiously for a boy to call. Waiting, wishing, wanting…but it’s nada. Crickets. No call, not a single text.
As the week dragged on, I told myself it was “just a fuck.” Nothing more. I try to tell myself I don’t care. Casual sex is just that. It’s sex, no strings. I’m a big girl, I don’t need to sit around and wait for anyone to call.
But something inside my head whispers, “He likes you,” and “he wants round two.” There’s a part of me that believes it was more. That he felt it, too. The connection.
Hell, I’m probably one of many. A guy that hot probably screws someone new every night. I guess he didn’t think the sex was that great or he would be texting and calling, trying to hit it again. And one night with me? Why would that bring anyone to his knees? Least of all him. Said it once, I’ll say it again, that guy is too good-looking for me. The mind-blowing sex was probably nothing new to him, an every night occurrence for your average neighborhood Greek god. It’s been almost a year for me. Shit, did I suck in bed?
Other than that embarrassing make-out session with Logan, there hasn’t been anyone since Angela. When I think about the whole Logan thing it makes me cringe. I liked him, but he was a friend. When we started fooling around, the hormones took over. There wasn’t really anything more and then my mom walks in. It was humiliating.
With Tommy, I felt something. Hell, I felt it in the restaurant. The attraction, the connection. It wasn’t just about sex, for me at least. I liked him. After Angela, I don’t think I could put myself out there again. My heart still aches when I think about her. I miss her so much.
People always leave.
What difference does it make anyway? I needed to get back in the saddle again. I did that. Moving on. I force myself to muster up even a bit of dignity. Screw him. I shut down my mind and push out all these dumbass feelings. Maybe I should ask someone out. That guy in my government class is pretty cute…or that girl in English Lit, she’s pretty. I always see her checking out my ass.
***
As I stand outside my academic advisor’s office, waiting to meet him for the first time, I take another look at the notification slip. It reads that I have been assigned to ‘Sir Alec Stewart.’ Yeah, it says ‘Sir.’ I guess he’s noble or something.
Great. Another academic with a stick up his ass.
The door to his office opens and as a student exits, I stand in the doorway and say, “Professor Stewart, I’m Amber Turner. Ms. Chadwick assigned me to your advisory group.”
A tall, bald man with kind blue eyes and full lips regards me. His white smile is nestled inside a salt and pepper beard. “Right. Yes, of course. Please come in.” He motions for me to enter the office and to sit down in the oversized beige chair opposite his desk. His office is larger than I expect for a professor. The furniture is heavy and ornate. The picture lining the walls are of him and his friends hiking up a mountain, on top of a snow peak, astride a horse swinging a polo mallet. He gracefully walks the few steps to a single cabinet in the corner, gesturing to a hot plate and cups in a makeshift tiny tea station with a thin elegant hand. “Would you like some tea? I have a nice Earl Grey.”
“Tea?”
“My dear, an Englishman without tea, is like an American without coffee. I think the American writer Ralph Waldo Emerson said it best when he said,