“Telling me you’re gonna hook up with other girls tonight.”
He kisses my check. “I don’t wanna hook up with anyone but you. I wanted to tell you that I’m going to miss you. I know you think we’re not ready to be in a relationship, but I’m not interested in anyone else.”
“Really?” I smile. It’s hard not to smile about that. “That makes me happy.”
“I want to make you happy. So, um, any chance you can sneak away tonight?”
“Probably not.”
“Then come to my dorm room real quick,” he says with a grin. “I have something I want to give you.”
“Dawson,” I say, assuming what he wants to give me is currently residing in his pants. “I have to go.”
He takes my face in his hands. “Please.”
“Okay, but we have to hurry.”
We run to his room. I’m slightly out of breath when he pushes me against the door and gives me a deep kiss. My body immediately heats up.
I press my fingers into his sides guiding his hips closer to mine.
“Mhmmm, Keatie, you’re going to have to stop that or I’m going to forget why I brought you here.”
I press my lips into his neck and suck on the spot near his ear that seems to drive him wild. “I thought this was exactly why you brought me here.”
He playfully makes a big gesture of pushing me off him. “There is a little present for you somewhere in this room. It’s your job to find it.” He walks over and lies back on his bed. “Better start looking.”
“Do I get any hints as to what I’m looking for?”
“How bout I tell you if you’re warm or cold?”
“Or hot?” I say, my eyes smoldering, taking in the sexy way he’s lying across his bed. He’s freshly showered, wearing red Cougar athletic shorts and a white XXL Cougar T-shirt with the sleeves and most of the sides cut out. I can see glimpses of his buff chest and abs. He’s got his elbow bent and is leaning on his arm, which causes his bicep to flex.
“You’re already hot,” he says. “I have a hard time focusing on the game when you’re dancing. I have this little fantasy where I get to strip that gold glitter thong off your sexy little ass and do you right there on the field.”
“Dawson!” I shrill, then giggle. “What am I looking for again?”
“Small wrapped package.”
I open his closet and peek inside at a jumbled mess of clothes. I could so never marry a man that had a messy closet. I’m just saying.
“You’re cold,” he says huskily.
I close the door and walk closer to his bed and examine his chest of drawers.
“You’re getting warmer.”
I open his top drawer. He keeps condoms there, underneath his boxers. I eye an unopened box of them. I grab the box and hold them up. “Is this it?”
He laughs. “Nope.”
I shut the drawer, look in the rest and move to his desk.
“You’re getting even warmer.”
I look around his desk, in his drawers, don’t find anything, so I walk over to his bed.
“Oh, yeah, now you’re getting very warm.”
“I am.” I smile at him then strip off my shirt to reveal the leopard bra he’s been dying to see.
“Aw, damn, Keatie.” He hops off the bed quickly and stands in front of me staring at the bra. Then his eyes follow his hands as they move slowly across it. He’s touching the bra almost reverently. Like it’s a trophy.
His hands caress their way down my sides and grip my waist. I reach through the open sides of his shirt, run my hands up his back, then pull his shirt off. He undoes my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I let him kiss my chest for a few minutes. His shirt is still in my hand, so I pull it over my head, putting it on.
He stands back admiring me in the shirt he just had on. “That may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you in.”
Then he grabs me, throws me on the bed, and strips off our shorts.
“I am so late,” I say as I’m getting dressed. “I’m going to have to pretend I got sick or something.”
“You got something alright,” he says with a satisfied grin.
I laugh. “Were you my present?”
“Shit, no. I almost forgot.” He grabs his shorts off the floor, pulls a small wrapped box out of his pocket, and sets it in my hand. “Open it.”
I untie the distinctive robin’s egg blue ribbon, open the box, and pull out a little blue pouch. I turn the pouch upside down and out drops a necklace. A Tiffany key necklace. My mom went a little crazy with the key necklaces for me when they came out, but I don’t have one like this.
“It’s really pretty.”
He takes it out of my hand and says, “Let me put it on you.”
I hold my hair up while he fastens it around my neck.
He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I know we’re supposed to be taking it slow. I know you don’t want to be in a relationship until we’re sure, but I wanted to give you this.” He runs kisses across my face and when he gets to my lips, he murmurs, “It’s the key to my heart.”
Awww. Ohmigawd, that’s so adorable.
But no.
No. No. No.
I unfasten it and take it off.
“Dawson, I can’t accept this.”