Her eyes on me, she stares at my mouth. I hold my breath, not wanting to interrupt whatever thoughts are running through that smart head of hers. Flunk math, my ass. Math is fucking hard.
Sorrow does something unexpected. Something a girl hasn’t given me before, and it does a number on my head, my heart, and my randy beast. A triple threat? Damn.
Sorrow leans in, and with her long eyelashes, she skims their softness on my forehead, my nose, and my mouth. “Butterfly kisses,” she says, like I don’t know what they are. I smirk. Then she rubs our noses. “Eskimo kisses.” I know that one too. I smile.
She drops closed-mouth kisses on my mouth, one right after the other. “Pecks.” She says the one word with so much satisfaction in her voice, and I chortle. She smiles back. “Nice, aren’t they?”
“The bomb.” I waggle my eyebrows.
She laughs.
I puff out my chest and smile big. I made Sorrow Sophia laugh. It was the reason I almost dropped her when I said some something-something, and she laughed and told me I was funny.
No girl has noticed my humor before, and if they did, they never said what Sorrow said. I return my thoughts to something else I like about Sorrow. Her unconventional kisses.
Jesus H. Christ, never would I have thought those kinds of kisses would get me rock hard. I have to give it to Sorrow; the pecks were nice, and my randy beast agrees. He is still upright and pulsing against my abs.
“Earlier, you said you compartmentalize by locking down the emotions before doing the act.” Her hands fall from my shoulders and wrap around my neck. “Wouldn’t the kiss be even better if you felt something as you’re committing the act?”
“Are you saying I didn’t feel something when I kissed you?”
“Well, did you?” she asks.
“You didn’t feel me getting hard?”
She averts her gaze. I bring it back to me with my knuckle under her chin.
She clears her throat. “That’s different. I read in my human sexuality textbook that a man can have an erection from all sorts of things, like a full bladder or in their sleep. A man’s erection is involuntary and can happen at any time.”
I can’t argue with that one.
“Did you feel something here?” She sets her palm on the spot over my heart.
I knock aside her palm and cross my arms. “I’m pleading the fifth.” Why am I annoyed? Is it because I did feel something other than the deep ache in my chest?
Her eyes light up before she hides her ah-ha moment with a blink. “I didn’t feel anything either.”
Bullshit. But I have to give her credit for steering the conversation away from how I did feel something to how she’s getting none of the feels. Fuck sakes, we’re both unwilling to acknowledge that we did have feelings during and after the kiss. Sorrow’s butterfly kisses, Eskimo kisses, and pecks destroyed me for other girls, but I’m still locking down my emotions.
Before we graduate, I’ll say goodbye to Sorrow, wish her luck in whichever big city she moves to, and then hire the best security money can buy to keep an eye on her for me. Any guy who comes near her, I’ll have security break their legs.
Once I approve of a guy who fits what I want near Sorrow, I’ll end the security contract. The motherfucker I approve of better love the hell out of her.
The thought doesn’t sit well with me.
Fuck security.
I’ll do the watching over of my timid mouse.
But can I let her go only for her to find comfort in another guy’s arms while I move from one casual hookup to another? My overthinking is a mindfuck, and I ignore the thoughts to focus on the present.
Sorrow is looking at me with her eyebrows slanted to her nose. “Are you okay? You were staring off into space.”
I skim my knuckle across her lower lip. “Just thinking of our next kiss and how I plan on doing everything you asked for. No holding back. I tell you how the kiss makes me feel.” I lick my lips and stare at hers. “Does that work for you?”
She nods.
“Ready?” I grasp her chin and smooth the pad of my thumb across her cheek.
