Meant To Be (The Callahans #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,48
see in his eyes, I realize it’s not awkward at all.
I feel empowered. A rush of heat sweeps over me, my body reacting to only a look from him.
Shimmying out of the jeans, I eventually have to bend over and tug them off of each leg, kicking them onto the floor, hoping I don’t look too silly. I stand up straight and brush the hair out of my eyes, ready to pull the shirt off over my head when Eli says, “Wait a minute.”
My arms drop to my sides. “What?”
“Keep the T-shirt on. And your panties.” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Take off the bra though.”
“Really?” I wrinkle my nose.
He nods. “Really.”
I reach behind me, sneaking my hand beneath my shirt, finding the back snap. I undo it with a flick of my fingers, the bra springing away from me. Quickly I take it off, sliding one strap down my arm, and then the other before I pull the entire thing from under my shirt and let it fall to the floor.
“That was kind of sexy,” Eli says.
“It was not,” I say with a laugh. I rest my hands on my hips, letting him look his fill. My panties are white and lacy. I was going for the virginal look, though I’m not a virgin anymore, thanks to this boy.
“It was to me.” He makes a motion with his finger. “Turn around.”
He loves to have me turn around. Always checking me out. Sometimes I feel like I’m some sort of visual plaything to him.
Really I suppose he’s just very into watching when it comes to sex.
“Damn woman.” He’s shaking his head when I face him once more, his gaze locked on my chest. “I can see your nipples poking against the T-shirt.”
I can actually feel them tighten when he says that. This boy makes me feel bold. Comfortable—and not in a boring way. I trust him. I trust who I am when I’m with him. And I hope he trusts me too.
“I’m guessing that was part of your plan,” I tell him.
“You guessed right,” he says with a chuckle, appearing very pleased with himself. “You don’t know how good you look right now. I wish I could take a picture.”
“Why don’t you?” I rest my hands on my hips, thrust out my leg and strike a pose like I’m some sort of supermodel.
Furthest thing from the truth, but I may as well act silly and have a little fun. Eli never seems to mind.
“You’d let me take photos of you like this?” He sounds incredulous.
“Um, as long as you promise to hide them somewhere on your phone.” I shrug, acting like it’s no big deal, but secretly shocked I’d say such a thing. Am I really doing this? Making this offer? Have I lost my freakin’ mind?
“I can put them in the My Eyes Only section on Snapchat,” he offers as he grabs his phone from the back pocket of his jeans.
I frown. That’s the folder on Snap where you can hide photos with a passcode. I might have a few, but nothing too scandalous. One of me and Ellie the first time we tried weed, both of us clinging to each other and grinning at the camera, Ellie clutching a bong in her hand. Yeah, that’s a damaging photo we would never want out in public. “Do you have any other photos in there?”
I’m referring to any nudes a girl might’ve sent him. I know he’s received them before. Probably multiple times from multiple girls.
He slowly shakes his head. “None. You’ll be the only one.”
“Really?” I find this incredibly hard to believe. I mean, this is Eli Bennett, the player, we’re talking about.
“Well, okay. Let me explain. My first two years in high school, that’s where I’d stash all the nudes I had. Not just ones sent to me by girls, but also ones that my friends would send me that girls would send them. We all shared and swapped them,” he explains.
“That’s terrible.” I am so glad I never sent nudes to any boy, especially my freshman and sophomore years. Plenty of times a girl’s photos would get leaked, and it would turn into a big scandal around campus. Even the vice principal got involved a couple of times. Boys pass them around to each other constantly. I became aware of this pretty early on my freshman year.
Which should make me really wary of letting Eli take any photos now.