"Promise?" I asked.
"Out!" He pointed to the door.
I giggled as I walked down the hall. It occurred to me that Alex was just as worked up as I was and probably feeling ten times more frustrated. That nervous anticipation churned in my stomach again. I couldn't wait to see what he had planned next.
Chapter Four
I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading out to my car. I rarely ever wore a skirt, but when I saw this adorable little jean skirt in the mall, I had to have it. The outfit cost me almost my whole paycheck, but it was worth it. That was so unlike me, but now, when I bought clothes, I thought about pleasing Alex. I wanted to look pretty for him. It was all part of these new and thrilling feelings I was experiencing.
On my way to Alex's house, I listened to the radio and sang out loud. I never did that before, either. I had all of this excited anticipation, and I couldn't wait to see him. A few days had passed since we’d been together. He was shadowing that doctor at the hospital and had worked long days. I was constantly studying and trying to prepare myself for finals. Thank God the work week was over, and now we could spend some time together. We decided to stay at his house and watch a movie. This was the first time we'd be alone since the night we were in his bedroom. That thought turned me into a ball of eagerness. I wanted to be close to him. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, and do whatever else he wanted to do to me. He was all I thought about.
I pulled into the driveway, fixed my hair in the rearview, then headed to the front door. Alex must have been watching from the window because he opened the door before I could knock. I hoped that meant he was as happy to see me as I was to see him.
"Hi." I smiled.
"Hey, how . . . ?" He stopped mid-sentence and let his eyes rake up and down my body. "Wow! You look hot."
"Thanks." I looked down at my feet, embarrassed. No one had ever called me hot before, but I didn't exactly dress this way every day, either.
He took my hand and pulled me into the foyer, where he picked me up off the ground and slowly kissed me. After a few minutes, he put me back down, and I think the room may have been spinning. I couldn't be sure because I was still coming down from that kiss.
He looked me over again and grinned as he shook his head. "You'll be the death of me tonight."
"You like it?"
"Like it?" he asked. "I don't know how I'm gonna keep my hands off you."
That's the point, cowboy!
"Come on." He took my hand. "I made popcorn, and I've set up the movie."
"I don't know why you people bother going to the movies; you practically have a theater in your basement."
"I like to see them when they first come out in the local theater," he said, as we walked downstairs.
The basement was completely furnished and equipped with every amenity known to man, including a full bathroom that was bigger than the one Max and I shared. The room contained a pool table, flat screen, media center, and walk-out doors to the hot tub. These people knew how to live.
"What are we watching tonight?"
"It was a tough decision," he said. "But, I went with something a little older, the firstPiratesmovie."
"Oh, I love Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom."
"I figured." He laughed. "What chick doesn’t? You get your eye candy and I'll get some action."
You're all the eye candy I need, and I'd like to give you some action!God, he had me all charged up. The way he smelled, the look in his eyes, his voice, his smile . . . .
"Jocelyn," he called, snapping me out of my Alex fantasy. "What are you thinking about?"
"You." I smiled.
"Something good, I hope?"
"Something very good." I sat down on the couch next to him.
He pressed a button on the complicated-looking remote and handed me the bowl of popcorn as he inched closer to me. He put his arm around my back and pulled me into his side. "That's better," he whispered against my hair.
We started watching the movie, and when I say started, we made it through the previews. First, Alex decided to feed me popcorn, which was sweet, but distracting. He began by placing a kernel between my lips and gently pushing it into my mouth with his fingers. Occasionally, he would lick the salt off my lips, which led me to a new idea.
