Romancing the R.A - By Ashelyn Drake Page 0,12
talk about trust, but now I’m not so sure. “I don’t want to think that. I guess that’s why I’m asking.”
“I’m not like that.” His eyes say it all. He means it.
“Good.”
“Fuck.”
“What?” How is that not a good thing?
“I just screwed myself over, didn’t I?” He runs his hand through his hair.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
He lowers his hand, placing it on mine. “Because now if I try to kiss you, you’re going to think this was my plan all along. That I really am like those other guys and I’m scamming you.”
“But you’re not.” It’s not a question. I don’t doubt he’s a good guy, and all I want is for him to kiss me. Well, maybe not all I want, but it’s a start.
“No, I’m not.”
He’s not going to kiss me. I can tell. He’s afraid I’ll think he’s lying if he does.
“I guess there’s only one thing to do,” I say.
He takes his hand off mine and nods. “You’re going to check into your room.”
“Yeah.” My heart pounds. “But not until after I do this.” I lean forward, gently placing my lips against his.
Chapter Six
He’s stunned at first and doesn’t move. I start to pull away, thinking I’ve made a huge mistake, but then I feel Andy’s hand on my lower back, pulling me closer. His lips part, and he deepens the kiss.
Every inch of me is on fire. Andy’s an incredible kisser, but the position we’re in is awkward. I reach my hands up and bury my fingers in his hair, which prompts him to lift me onto his lap. Much better. Our bodies are pressed so close I can feel every inch of him. My lungs are screaming for air, but I’m not willing to give in to them. I’ve been dying to kiss Andy ever since he first smiled at me, and I’ll be damned if I’m backing away that quickly.
His hands move up my back to my hair, and he pulls my head back gently exposing my neck. His lips trail down my jaw and to the nape of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but it manages to slip out anyway. Andy slowly eases off, opening his eyes to see my reaction. I debate pulling his lips back to mine, but for the moment I drape my arms around his shoulders and just stare into his baby blue eyes.
“Wow.”
He can say that again. “Yeah.”
“I can honestly say that’s the first time I didn’t have to make the first move.”
“And it’s the first time I ever made the first move.”
He smiles. “Then I’m honored.” He leans forward and places a single kiss on my neck. His hips rise under me, and I know exactly where he’s hoping this is going to lead. My body is screaming for his touch, but I don’t want to be that girl. The one who goes off to college and sleeps with the first guy she meets. As much as I want Andy, I can’t do this right now.
I slide off his lap and look at the clock on the wall. “It’s almost dinnertime. I guess I should go check out my room and find Julia.”
He nods, but I can tell he’s disappointed. I am too, but my brain is determined to win this battle with my heart.
“Will I see you at dinner?” I hope he knows I don’t want things to end this way. I want to get to know him better.
“I actually have plans with my dad. I should be back before the social is over, though. So, maybe I’ll see you there.”
Maybe. I hate that word right now. “Okay.” I stand up and head to the door, realizing I have no clue where I’m going. “Oh, where’s Sherman Hall?”
“They stuck you guys in Sherman? That’s just cruel. It’s the oldest dorm on campus.”
I force a laugh. “I guess they go all out for the incoming freshmen.”
“Head back to the quad and turn left past the Newman building—you know, where the athletic lecture was.” He stands up. “I could walk you there if you want.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Of course I want him to, and I’m relieved that he’s not acting weird after I ended our make-out session so abruptly.
“I don’t mind, but it’s up to you.” He shoves his hands in his pockets.
“Don’t you have to get ready to meet your dad? I don’t want to make you late.”
“Your dorm is actually on the way to his office.