Honestly, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to kill that guy. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Mostly because I didn’t know who he was, and he was a few hours away from here, too.
“I hate you,” Kelsey muttered as we started heading down the steps.
I smirked, shooting a fast look at her. “You don’t, but feel free to say it as much as you want.”
Kelsey glared. “You cocky bastard.”
I said nothing at that, because it was true. I was a cocky bastard. A cocky bastard that was dying inside each day I didn’t touch Kelsey. Even a single day like that was too long.
How long had it been since we’d been together? Since I’d heard her soft moans and seen her lustful looks? Since I’d felt her writhing beneath me, her body taking mine in? The answer to that was, again, too fucking long.
The skies were grey above us, but it wasn’t raining yet. The temperature at night got cold enough for the rain to turn into snow, but the daytime temperatures were still in the mid-forties and fifties. Still a bit warm, but in this state, the weather took crazy turns. Who knew? We could have snow next week, or not until Christmas. You could never predict these things, even though every weather person kept saying this winter would be worse than last year—but didn’t they say that every year? Certainly felt like it.
Kelsey and I headed to the union in silence. She wanted pizza, so that’s what we got. Pepperoni.
We found some empty chairs on one of the far tables, and I ended up sitting next to her, being able to smell her, feel her hair brush along my arm as she leaned to grab herself a slice. What I really wanted to do was weave my fingers through that hair and pull her head back, kiss her neck in the way I knew she liked.
It grew harder and harder to keep my sanity while around this girl.
“So,” Kelsey spoke with her mouth full, something she did often. “What do friends talk about when they share a pizza in a romantic environment like this?” She motioned to the noisy space around us, the other students clamoring to get their food at the places further in, the ones that were taking up the other tables. If I had to guess, I’d say there were at least a hundred or so other SCC students sitting down around us.
Yeah. It was loud.
“If you think this is romantic, I could always take you to the bathroom and show you some real romance,” I suggested. “I mean, it’s what friends do.”
Kelsey’s cheeks turned a bit pink at what I was suggesting; the same color her cheeks turned when I was balls-deep inside her. It was a color I craved to see on her pale skin.
“Levi,” she hissed. “That’s not what friends do.”
“Oh, it’s not?”
“If you’re fucking all of your friends in a public bathroom, I think I should be a little concerned.”
I shot her a small grin. “Just a little?” Before her, I hardly ever smiled. I hardly found anything amusing. But she just…she came into my life like a fucking wrecking ball, creating havoc and breaking down my walls, and now that they were down, I wasn’t about to let her disappear.
“Yeah, just a little.” Kelsey shrugged, eating more pizza. Meanwhile I hadn’t touched my first slice. I was content just to watch her shovel it into her mouth like a garbage disposal. She had to keep those curves somehow. “I mean, we’re not together. You can fuck whoever you want.”
That was a lie, and we both knew it.
I leaned my top half closer to her, the smell of the pizza overpowering her scent, but I could feel her warm breath on my face, and that was something I’d settle for. “You’re the only one I want to take into a bathroom, Kelsey.” I thought that was better than telling her outright she was the only one I wanted to fuck, but what did I know?
“Lucky me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of noise in the cafeteria area. Kelsey puckered her lips, and she studied me, setting her current half-eaten slice of pizza back in the box. We got no plates; didn’t need them. “You know, I’m a much classier girl than that. I don’t fuck in bathrooms, and I definitely don’t fuck in libraries or dead-end halls in the geology building.”
All three of those, more lies.
“I’m a high-class kind of girl,” Kelsey went on, shrugging. She crossed her legs, and her foot brushed up against my leg, sending a tiny shockwave of electricity through me. God, I wanted to grab her hand and drag her to the nearest quiet place and fuck those stubborn brains out. “You’re not my type, either.”
“Oh yeah?” I scooted my chair closer to hers, and the foot that rested against my leg moved; now her entire left leg touched mine. Our bodies were less than a foot apart. “Then what’s your type?”
“I like them short. Shorter than me. I also like them to weigh less than me. Pug-nosed, maybe even cross-eyed. You know I go crazy for a super hairy mole—”
“Bullshit.”
Kelsey stopped going on and on about her so-called perfect man, lifting her eyebrows. “Excuse me? Bullshit? I’ll have you know I’m a lady—”
“That’s bullshit too,” I told her pointblank, watching as her serious demeanor morphed into one of amusement.
“Ah, well. Could never really pull the wool over your eyes, could I?”
I shook my head, saying, “No, you can’t.” When she said nothing more,
