Was he a boyfriend? A brother?
Did he love her like I would?
I’d probably never get the answer to my question, but that’s okay, just having her near is good enough for me.
At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself.
When the lecture ends, the class starts filing out through the double doors, but Sasha goes up to the front of the class, leaving her bag on her seat.
I wonder for a moment if I should wait, but the thought of her laughing in my face and rejecting me is almost too much.
So I leave, allowing my mind to drift to another world where Ididwalk up to her.
My lips slide into an easy grin, “we could be, you know… more than friends.” I regret the words the second they leave my mouth, because all she does is stare at me with a blank expression. There’s nothing, no hint of whether she likes the idea of that or not, so I backpedal as quickly as I can. “Or not,” I laugh.
She settles into my touch, wrapping her arms around mine and observes the chaos around us. “So this is what I’ve been missing out on for all these years,” she mumbles, more to herself than anything.
I settle my chin into the crook of her neck, growing bolder by the second, even though I know this can only end poorly for me. “Good thing you won’t be missing out on it anymore, Little Pixie,” I whisper.
She shivers as my breath hits her ear, but when sheshoves her hands in her pockets, she goes deathly still. A small gasp leaves her lips before she darts off to the bathroom and slams the door shut so aggressively that I can hear it over the loud music.
A smirk tips my lips, and I lean back against the counter, waiting for her to come back out.
The party died about half an hour ago, but I barely noticed because I’ve been so wrapped up in my conversation with Sasha. We haven’t left the kitchen all night, and based on my friends’ curious glances as they walked upstairs, I know they could tell something’s up.
It takes another hour of us talking before she notices the time and tells me that she should probably go home.
“Thank you— for tonight, I mean,” she smiles, walking towards the front door.
I shrug, “I didn’t do much, I kinda stole you away for the whole night. I’m sorry you didn’t really get to enjoy the party.”
She stops before reaching the door and brushes her hair behind her ears, revealing those beautifully high cheekbones. “I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”
My heart hammers in my chest, and I search for any reason to keep her here longer. I don’t want her to leave, I don’t want to face the darkness of my room, and I don’t want to fall asleep alone.
“Do you have a safe ride home?” I ask, not seeing a car outside waiting for her.
She shakes her head and averts her eyes, “I’m just going to walk, I like the fresh air.”
Walk? At three in the god damn morning? I don’t fucking think so.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, “not a chance. It’s way too late for you to walk, I’m gonna order you a car.”
“No!” She yells, pulling my phone out of my hand. She seems to startle at her own reaction, going red in the face with wide eyes before she blows out a deep breath. “Sorry, I just-“ she straightens her shoulders, “I’m okay, really, I’ve walked it a hundred times.”
I narrow my eyes at her, “not happening, Pixie.”
Before I have the chance to think about what I’m doing, I throw her over my shoulder —like I’ve wanted to do all night— and head towards the stairs.
A startled gasp escapes her lips before she starts laughing and gently hitting my back. “Johnny, where are we going?” She squeals.
I don’t bother with an explanation, knowing she’ll only protest the idea of sleeping in my bed. My stomach warms at the thought, knowing that whether she lets me sleep with her or not, she’ll be inmybed.
One arm lays across her calves, while my other hand rests on her ass, holding her in place so I can make sure she doesn’t fall face-first onto the hardwood. I try to ignore how her ass feels beneath my fingers, praying that my dick plays nice and doesn’t decide to harden right here and now.
You’ve touched many girls before, I tell myself,this doesn’t mean anything.
Her giggles continue to float through the air as I walk upstairs, and when we finally make it to my room, I plant her ass on my bed and grab a t-shirt from my closet.
