He gaffed at me in disbelief and pulled me closer into his side, “Wow, that is really lucky for me.”
I craned my head up to quizzically look at his face. He smiled that little arrogant smile I loved, “If you had guys tell you the truth, you wouldn’t be with a bean pole geek like me.”
I laughed once, “Right, you are gorgeous. You know that.”
His lips caressed the top of my hair gently, “No, I think I am a good athlete, but not good looking. I don’t have the big muscles that all the girls seem to love. I tower above most normal girls, and honestly, other than ‘Wow you are so tall,’ I don’t get many other comments. He clasped his arm tightly around my shoulders, making sure I was tucked tightly against him.
I moved to grab the remote. “Well, I don’t like big bulky guys, they scare me.”
He laughed, “So you like scrawny skinny ones?”
“You are not scrawny.”
He grabbed the remote from me. “Well, it is good you like the gangly nerdy kids.”
“You are SOOO not a nerd. Nerds don’t have perfect dimples, and green eyes, and this great strong jaw,” my mood was changing slightly, he was good at this.
His face showed a grin breaking through his eyes, “Sure I am-we all are. This school is the epitome of a nerd school.”
“That is not true.”
“Really? So, you were not one of the smartest kids in your school back home? Because I was. So were most of the guys on the team. We happened to be pretty good at baseball too, but bottom line, we were book nerds first,” he clicked the TV on. I perked on his perspective. Truth rang through, but I just couldn’t wrap my mind around him being a nerd. Me, sure, some of the other girls, absolutely, even a some of the guys, but not him. He stood with such confidence, he had such a great sense of humor and his eyes carried a kindness that I had never met in a guy.
“Hey, you are pretty gorgeous too.”
He laughed at me.
“No, I mean it. You are so cute. The very first time I saw you, I thought how hot you were. Even your little curls hanging out of your baseball cap,” I ran my fingers through his hair and his head turned toward me.
The heat started to rise, and I pulled him in for a kiss. The electricity that raced through us before, seemed to ignite on contact. His hands ran up my back, reaching my hair and then sliding back down to my hips.
I was the one leaning back, pressing myself against his clothed chest.
Clothes. Not really helping me.
I pulled at his shirt again, frustrated that I couldn’t touch his skin.
He pulled slightly away from me, “Savanah, we don’t have to do this. I am fine to wait.” His words irritated me.
“But I don’t want to wait.” Did I say that out loud?
His grin that I couldn’t resist crossed his face, “Oh trust me, I don’t either, but I like you. I really like you, and I can’t believe I am saying this, Christ, I know I will regret it later, but I think we should stop.”
My brows furrowed again.
“Why?” it was barely audible.
He pulled me in and kissed me again, “Because I don’t want to rush us. I want this to be exactly what we both want.”
I sighed deeply. He was right, of course he was.
He pulled away, “I think I should go,” he handed me the remote.
“Don’t go! Let’s watch a movie.”
He laughed, “I promise, if I stay, we won’t end up watching anything,” he kissed me one more time, letting it linger for a minute before finally pulling away.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he stood up, giving me a fantastic view of him walking toward the door. My goodness he was stunning when he was walking away. I fell into my pillow as he shut the door. Holy cow, I had never felt emotions like this.
Never.
And to think, he thought I was beautiful.
Really?
My door opened and I sat up quickly, blushing so deeply as I realized it was just one of my roommates. Cassidy, the most elusive of all of us, quietly grab her things and asked how my night was. She walked back out the door, with an apparent change of clothes. Either she had a serious relationship or a better place to sleep, because she rarely stayed in the room anymore.
I sighed, wishing Camryn would come home. I knew it was selfish, since honestly, she hadn’t seen any of her friends since she got back, so the likelihood of her coming home to hang out was pretty low.
Instead, I settled for just a bit of journaling so that my mind would calm enough. Sleep was the obvious choice after my brain had emptied onto the page.
But my conscience just wouldn’t let go of Elizabeth.
Her little voice played over in my head.
“Where’s Mommy?”
Ugh, the pain that little girl must be living with-or unliving rather. The constant wonder and worry.
At some point I drifted to sleep, still thinking about Elizabeth.
My night was interrupted with Camryn shaking me awake. “Savanah wake up it is just a dream. Savanah, come on, wake up.”
My eyes opened completely disoriented. “What?” groggily I whispered.
“You were talking in your sleep.”
“You were yelling in your sleep,” Crystel mumbled in a groggy voice.
I looked around, noting everyone was snuggled in for the night, and Camryn’s lamp was flicked on.
“What? I was talking in my sleep?”
“Yelling. You were yelling in your sleep.” Crystel had rolled over, so her voice drifted over her shoulder more muffled than before.
“Are you ok? You were really
