“Not my intention. You are far out of my league and I’m a little baffled by you, sometimes. I’m having doubts about myself at the moment and that’s ridiculous because I’m here with you.” He glanced between the guitar and me a couple of times. “Thank you for sharing that with me. You are by far the most jaw-dropping person I’ve ever met and I have no idea how to keep up with you.”
Damn. His. Perfect. Words.
“What’s that little smile for?” The seriousness in his eyes floated away and he threw on his pants and shirt. I hated seeing his body covered up, but it was unrealistic to spend the next week naked with him.A girl can dream, though…
“Sometimes you say the best things.” I blushed, head over heels for the guy and not wanting to accept it. “You make me smile.”
He walked up to me and smiledthatsmile. He kissed me. This one spoke of things we both felt yet weren’t willing to share at the moment.Fine by me.
“Good. Now, important question. Can I come back tonight?” he asked between kissing me. I wanted to say yes, I really did, but I shook my head. “Why not? Are you still upset with me about last night? I thought we had a great night.”
“That—oh, no!” I ran my hands through his hair, my new favorite hobby. “I promised myself I wouldn’t lose myself if we did this. Two nights in a row together… I don’t want to fall too fast.”
“Are you scared I’ll hurt you?” His brows came together in the cutest act of concern. He stuck his lip out, the look I now referred to as the famous Zade-pout. “I’m falling fast and I’m terrified.”
“I appreciate you admitting that to me. But let me hang with Greta tonight.”
“Okay. I don’t like it, but I’ll respect it.” He kissed my mouth again, possessively. “Can I try and convince you otherwise?”
“I’m sure you could try and eventually break me down, but then I’ll be angry at myself. Trust me, your face is hard to say no to.”
“But you turned down my girlfriend offer.” He pouted again.
“Yup. I will again, too.” I sort of enjoyed holding out on him even though my insides wanted to tattoo ZADE’S GIRLFRIEND all over them. “Figure out a better way to ask.”
“Will you please be my girlfriend? I can promise you amazing orgasms, great conversation about baseball and I like playing games.” He raised his brows and I shook my head. “Damn it, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
“Nah, you’ll be okay. But I’ll admit the attempt wasn’t as bad as the one last night.” I patted his face and threw on an old sweatshirt from one of my dad’s teams. Zade eyed it. “It’s from seven years ago. I loved this team. They treated me really nicely for a fifteen-year-old girl and they all signed the back, see?”
I showed him the back and he decided to put his hands on my ass. “Not my intention, but okay.”
“I’m bringing you one of my jerseys.” He said it without argument. “I don’t like seeing other guys’ names on your shirt.”
“Tone down the crazy, Zade. And I think I’d like that. Now, I have ass-loads of homework and I’m meeting with Nicole tomorrow. Sorry, but I need you to leave. I can’t focus on much else with your hot body in here.”
“You’re not helping the situation. When you say things like that, I want to stay and bother you.”
“Not today, punk. Move it.” I swatted at him and finally got him through my bedroom door. I saw Greta had spread her notes all over the floor and cringed. I had to do the same thing for a couple of hours later. She waved to Zade and, god,winkedat him. I got him to the front door and he picked me up. “Uh, whatcha doing?”
“Just grabbing my little tease. I’m realizing I might be the needy one in the relationship. I hate it.”
“Nah, you wear your heart on your sleeve. Mine is all up here.” I pointed to my head and kissed him. “I’ll see you on our run tomorrow.”
“Fine. I’m mad, but I can’t be. This sucks.” He set me down and walked out. I went to shut the door, but he remained there. “I’m putting you on my Twitter.”
“That’s girlfriend-y and shit.” My heart danced around and did back handsprings.
“Yup. Deal with it, punk.” He left and I met Greta’s knowing stare.
“I know. I’m fucking screwed,” I sighed and grabbed a cup of coffee.
“You totally are. But you’re handling it better than he is. God, when you turned down being his girlfriend! I high-five you, sister. You impress the shit out of me from time to time.”
“I’m not trying to play games with him, but he only asked only out of jealousy. I deserve more than that.” I joined her on the floor and grabbed my laptop. “I’m pretty sure I’m halfway in love with him. That terrifies me. It’s only been what, six weeks of knowing him?”
“So what? When it hits, it hits. My parents married after two months.” She shrugged and the thought made my stomach drop. “I know you, babe, don’t overthink anything. Let it flow, baby—let it flow.”
“You right. You right.” I motioned for her to scoot closer. “My parents want to chat—you good?”
