her with my questions. Nor do I want to scare her. I’m starting to even scare myself.
“Tell me everything about you. There's no detail too small.” Yeah, I’m sure that won’t scare her away. I have to rein it in. I watch as that beautiful smile graces her face. The urge to kiss her rides me hard. That would definitely scare her.
“I’m not sure where I should start.” She laughs.
“You’ve just moved here?” I know that much. Okay, I know a whole fucking lot. A week is a lot of time to dig up someone’s life. Thing is, Carly didn't have much to hers from what I found. Oh, she was busy. Her calendar is more than full with endless clubs and events. Not the fun sort of clubs you might be thinking of, either. I think her mom is prepping her to be a Stepford wife. Good luck with that. It only took one look at Carly for me to see that she was full of too much life to live a life like that.
“I did. I’m likely going to transfer out here. I thought a new start would be nice.”
“May I ask why you felt you needed a new start?” I pick up my water and take a drink. She’s so young to need a fresh start. She reaches out, taking a piece of fried cheese with her fingers.
“Sorry.” She puts it back down and goes back for it with her fork. I beat her to it, picking it up with my fingers and offering her a bite. She lets out a small giggle and takes it. I hand her the rest of it. “My mom would kill me if she saw me eating with my fingers.”
“Your mom isn't here.”
“Right.” She sits up a little straighter and grabs another piece. “Fresh start from my parents. You might be picking up on that.” She takes a bite and a small moan comes from her, causing me to reach down and adjust my already hard cock under the table. “My mom says cheese is the devil. If that’s true I never want to be good.”
I watch her eat, unable to help myself. She’s so animated with everything she does. More food arrives, filling up the table. I’m not sure where she’s fitting all of this food. She’s a tiny little thing.
“Oh, we’re supposed to be talking about the wedding stuff.” She reaches into her bag hanging over the side of her chair, pulling out a notepad and pen. She leans in closer to me. “How are we going to pull off the bachelor and bachelorette party?” We aren't. I keep that to myself though. It’s better to be in the now. I have to see her, and this party planning thing ensures that she’ll meet up with me.
“Do you think Tinsley will want one?”
“Hmm.” She wiggles her nose while she thinks. She looks like a dark-haired fairy. “I don’t know, but I think we’re supposed to plan it anyway. Tin and I never got to do what others were doing.” She rolls her eyes. “Our parents are a little overbearing. Now we’re here and we can do what we want.” I need to make sure not to step on that. She is looking to spread her wings. My cock begs me to spread something else altogether.
“Plus I could check it off my list.” That breaks me from the dirty images I was having of her on this table with her legs spread and my head in between them. Feasting on her.
“List?” I push the plate of potato skins closer to her, knowing that food is the gateway I need to use to get her to spill details about herself.
“Sour cream.” She lets out a breathy sigh as she dips one of the potato skins into it.
“What kind of list?”
She takes a bite. Her eyes fall closed and she moans. She’s trying to kill me. A man at the next table looks over. I level him with a stare that has him turning back around quickly.
“Like a bucket list but not because I might kick the bucket. Just more things a girl should do once in her life. Before you have to get all married and sit on the boards of charities.” Her whole face scrunches. I think I made the same face a few weeks ago when someone talked about marriage.
“You do know you don’t have to do any of those things.” I’m not sure if it’s the whole idea