At least, it feels like it.
But even though we’ve moved on to almost making out from just plain amazing kisses, he’s still being very, very good. His hands are in my hair, down my back a little, but that’s it.
While his mouth is skillful, his hands and tongue are behaving prudishly.
And all the guys told me Aiden has great hands.
Maybe he’s saving them for soccer?
All of a sudden, the iPod blasts out a loud, booming rap song.
“Shit, I think my twenty-nine songs are over.” He runs over and turns down the music and looks at the time. “So, it’s almost curfew. I should probably walk you home.”
We walk hand in hand. “You having a party again tonight?”
“Probably. But I’m tired. I might just crash in someone else’s room.”
“Well, they’ll like the lights.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking the lights might have to stay.”
“Tonight was amazing, really.”
“So, the intense times you had with that guy. Does that mean you slept with him?”
“Um, well, yeah. He was kinda my boyfriend. My first love, really.”
“So he’s special?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He frowns and says, “Well, here we are.”
We’re standing outside my dorm.
He pats me on the back of my shoulder and says, “See ya later, Boots.”
What’s up with that?
A pat on the back?
I’m not sure what happened between kissing in his room and saying goodbye, but I’m pretty sure he’s mad at me.
Seriously, a pat on the back?
I get in my dorm and check my phone.
I have a text from Riley. One from Tyrese with the party info. One from Dallas asking if I’ll take him to the party.
I planned to lie in bed tonight and dream about Aiden’s kisses, but now I’m too confused by his actions. I need a mellow boy, one who will chill with me and not make my head hurt. So I text my mellow boy back.
Me: I did get invited to the party, but I’d rather chill. Meet me at the Cave at 1?
Dallas: Will do. And will bring party favors ;)
Me: I was hoping you would :) Just don’t bring Riley, okay?
Dallas: Why? You two were getting down on the dance floor. Although after you left he was getting down with pretty much everyone. Some chick named Audrey, in particular.
Me: I just want to relax. Who did you dance with?
Dallas: Just a bunch of people. No one special. So what happened with Aiden?
Me: We danced, kissed, sorta made out a little but, then, it all went to shit :( I’ll tell you about it when I see you.
It wasn’t awful.
1am
I get to the cave. I figured other people would be here, but I find Dawson sitting on a stump alone, looking sad. He looks up at me and, I swear, I might have seen tears in his eyes.
I feel bad for him because I know it too. Love sucks.
“Tough day, huh?” I say quietly.
He runs his hand back through his hair and then rubs his hands down his face. “Yeah. Shitty day. Are there a bunch of people coming here tonight?”
“I don’t think so. Only me and Dallas that I know of.”
“I can’t handle being friends with her.”
“With Whitney?”
“Yeah. I was watching her dance with Jake tonight. I wanted to alternately kill him, kill her, and kill myself.”
“Peyton asked me about our kiss.”
“She was gathering information for Whitney. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know. And it’s okay. I told her you were really drunk and that I stopped it. I mean everyone saw that I stopped it. Although I didn’t tell her how horrible it was. Maybe I should have?”
“You’re not exactly cheering me up here.”
“I let her know it meant nothing. That’s all that really matters. And Peyton told me what happened with you and Whitney. I’m sorry. It would suck to get dumped like that, but at least it had nothing to do with you.”
“What do you mean it had nothing to do with me?”
“It was a status thing. Peyton got a college boyfriend. Whitney wanted one too.”
“That’s why she dumped me?”
“Yes.”
“We dated for almost three years. We were in love.”
Could he really not know how manipulative she is? If he doesn’t, then she’s an even better Alpha than I thought. I should be more careful.
“You were like last year’s Prada bag. She wanted the new bag.”
“I don’t get it.”
Hmmm, let’s use terms he can understand. “Let’s put it this way. You were a Porsche Carrera. Whitney loved driving you. You looked sexy. But then one day, Peyton pulls up in a Ferrari. The Ferrari was better, so even though she loved you, she had to trade you in on a Bugatti Veyron.
“Oh. What a bitch.” He is quiet for a minute. “The breakup hurt.”
“I can tell it hurt. I’m sorry. I also know how you feel. I had someone do the same thing to me recently.”
“You got traded in too?”
“Different reason, but same hurt.”
He looks at me with the most adorably sweet eyes.