Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #6) - Toni Aleo Page 0,72
out my good eye.”
She fights back a grin. “I mean, it’s a damn good eye.”
I nod, my nose moving along hers. I need to know facts. “Are we telling our parents?”
She closes her eyes, a grin tugging at her lips. “Need all the facts, huh?”
“Yes,” I admit, and she kisses my top lip.
“I don’t know. Do you want to?”
“I want to tell everybody, but then I also want to hide you away and keep you all to myself,” I confess, and her face breaks in a grin as her eyes meet mine. “I don’t want anyone ridiculing us or telling us how we feel. I don’t want people rushing into things. I think I’m already expecting that, too.”
She nods slowly. “I get that.”
“But here,” I say, gathering her up in my arms. “Here, no one can say anything. We feel what we feel, and it’s ours alone. Is that crazy?”
“No,” she says on an exhale. “So, what are we doing?”
I search her eyes, and I only want one thing. “I want to date you.”
“Date me? I thought we were together.”
I smile. “Yeah, we are, but I want to do this right.” She makes a face, and my smirk turns into a grin. “Not that this wasn’t right, because it was really right, but I want to come to your dorm and pick you up. I want to take you out, show you off, and tell you how beautiful you are. I don’t want to assume just because you gave me the milk, the cow wants to come along.”
“What in the hell?” she asks with laughter in her voice.
“A guy won’t want the milk if he can see the cow’s udders.”
“I am so utterly confused, no pun intended.”
I smile because she’s grinning so wide. She intended the pun, and I love it. “I want you to know that I feel things for you because of you, not because you gave me your milk. Even if they are freaking me out and I don’t know how to handle them.”
Her grin falls away as she pinches my chin. “I know that.”
“Well, fine. I need you to date me so I know you aren’t just in it for the dick.”
“Jesus, your ego knows no bounds.”
I flash her a devilish grin. “Hey, it was just in your mouth. We know its powers.”
Soon, the room is full of our laughter as we tangle up with each other. Her arms are wrapped around my neck as mine are around her waist. Our bodies are flush while our legs are tangled together. She runs her toes up the back of my calf and whispers, “I am in it for the dick.”
I nip at her bottom lip. “I knew it—”
“But also, for your soul.”
Oh shit. That got real, fast. Divert. Abort! “I don’t think I can ignore these feelings for you anymore.”
Not a lie but it hides exactly what I am thinking.
“You don’t have to,” she answers, tilting her head back to look at me. “I’m yours.”
That’s the second time she has said that to me, and for the second time, it’s like taking a puck to the nuts. I may have only played a little bit of peewee hockey, but I remember that feeling. I cup her jaw as she tucks her hands behind my head. Two words—I’m yours—and my heart soars. Why is my heart soaring? Doesn’t it know we gotta stay on the ground? Stay level? This is something I never saw coming, and I don’t know how to handle what I’m feeling.
And I’m unsure if I’m ready.
It’s well into the wee hours of the night when I lean over, kissing Ally’s jaw.
She’s fast asleep for good reason. We’ve been at it for hours on end, and she’s got a belly full of sushi. As do I, but my mind won’t let me sleep. I don’t understand what my issue is, and I don’t know how she isn’t freaking out like I am. She’s usually the one with crazy anxiety. Is he cheating on me? Did he steal money from me? She always worried about her relationships. I didn’t, but now, when I have the potential for the best one ever, I’m freaking out.
This is a blast.
I roll out of my bed, reaching for my shorts before grabbing her phone. Since I don’t have mine, I have to use hers to call Aiden. I probably should have called my mom, but I’m sure she knows where I am. Or that I’m with Ally. I slowly shut