She’d thought of it and then decided sororities weren’t for her. As outgoing as she was, even friendly, she didn’t know how much of a sisterhood mentality she had.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t think it’s me.”
“Of course it is,” Davey said, letting go of her hand and swinging his arm over her shoulder. “You’d fit right in.”
No reason to move out from under the friendly, flirty move. “Let me guess. You’re helping recruit?”
She had no doubt he’d want her in a sorority since he was in a fraternity. Didn’t they always date within their social gatherings? Which would just be another difference the two of them had.
“Don’t be a negative Nancy,” her mother would say.She’d never say anything like that to anyone other than her mother or think it internally.
“Maybe,” he said sarcastically as if she was some idiot even considering that hewouldn’tdo it. Wouldn’t be part of the action around campus that she tried to avoid.
“I’m sure you’ll find plenty.”
He waved his other hand. “You really should be part of the activities.”
She shrugged. “I’ll think about it.” Though she wouldn’t.
“I’ll drop it for now,” he said. “But I can be persuasive.”
She turned to his face again, narrowed one eye at him, her grin matching his. “I see that.”
He tugged her closer as if saying, come on be a good sport. “You like that about me, admit it.”
Maybe she did. Maybe this was part of letting herself go and learning to be someone more relaxed and less cautious.
And five hours later when they were walking into his fraternity and up to his room, she was happier than she’d been in a while.
He really did make her laugh, relaxed her enough that her body was tingling and ready to experience more. Experience her first.
“Let’s chill on the bed,” he said, shutting his door. His hand hovered there as if he was locking it. That made her feel better that no one could come in, even if she didn’t like that there were so many of his friends downstairs when they came in the front.
He pulled her under his arm, tucked her closer and she looked up into his brown eyes, then his mouth dropped to hers.
Their kiss turned deep faster than normal, his hand sliding to her waist and hesitantly dipping under her shirt, touching her skin, the heat soft at first, then flickering to flames.
He reached over and shut the light as if he read her mind that she’d need that to come out of her shell more.
They returned to their kiss, her mind almost shutting off everything but what she was feeling. What she was about to experience.
Then she wiggled out from under him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to use the bathroom. I should have gone quickly before.”
“You can wait,” he said, laughing. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.” Maybe being nervous only increased the urgency. “Don’t worry, I won’t change my mind. But I’ve got to.”
She couldn’t read what was in his eyes. Nervousness for sure. “Go when you’re done,” he said. “You’ll have to.”
He sent her one of those charming smirks again, but she swung her legs off the bed.
“Then I will again.”
She got to the door and went to unlock it, but noticed that it wasn’t locked when she thought he’d done it.
