“You're a dick, Ethan Jamison!”
“Yeah, I am baby, a huge dick.” He puts emphasis on the word huge and wiggles his brows at me. I can’t really call him out on that since I’ve seen him buck naked in freezing cold water, and he still looked pretty huge to me. The thought sends a tingle racing down my spine that makes me shudder.
“You fantasizing about my goods?”
“No!” I answer way too quickly. I may as well have a big red sign across my forehead that reads: LIAR. “Okay, yeah I was, I admit it.”
He lunges forward and starts ticking my sides and I squeal twisting and contorting trying to get away. He pins me to the bed sitting over my chest.
“Get off me! I can’t breathe!” I shout out between bouts of laughter.
“Nuh-uh, not until you say ‘Ethan Jamison is the sexiest man I have ever laid my pervy little eyes on.’”
“What are we, twelve? Get your butt off of me, I’m a tiny little woman!”
He seems to think that this is hilarious and tickles me more.
“Okay, okay, quit it!” I try twisting away from his attack but he’s relentless. “Fine, you win! You’re the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on,” I bark out through the laughter.
He stops tickling and rolls off me onto his side. “That wasn’t word perfect but I’ll let you off.”
“I hate being tickled!”
“Really? ‘Cause from where I was sitting you looked to be having fun.”
I stick my tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry.
“You’re a dork.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“You’re kind of perfect.”
And there he goes again, killing me with his surprise sweetness. I let out a sigh. “You’re forgiven.”
“Good, now come over here and kiss me.”
So that’s what I do. I pour every last bit of emotion I’m feeling in this moment into the kiss, losing myself in the sensation of his tongue moving against mine. His hand is squeezing my waist and all I can hear is the sound of my heart echoing in my ears. He may have just called me perfect but he got it wrong. He’s the perfect one.
MOM LEFT A note this morning telling me that there’s lasagna in the refrigerator for dinner, and that she has plans after work and won’t be back tonight. Dad’s still away for the next three nights and my dick is screaming at me, ‘tonight’s the night!’ A few months ago if I’d found myself in this position, the party announcement would already have been texted. Now, I have to figure out the best way to play this. Do I ask Blair over and do the whole romantic night in crap, or do I take her out and then bring her back? I know I’m getting ahead of myself but I haven’t gotten laid in almost two months; I don’t think I’ve jerked off this much since I hit thirteen and watched the free ten-minute preview on the adult channel at midnight.
Now that I know Blair wants to take the next step with me, it’s like I’ve been walking around with a permanent hard on. This shit’s not funny anymore; my balls have gone beyond blue and are entering into a state of shock.
I scoop up my keys and bag and decide to head to school and tell Blair I have the house to myself. I’ll let her call the shots, but shit am I praying that she’s gonna want to spend the night. Even if you take sex out of the equation, the thought of going to sleep with her in my bed and waking up to her in the morning, makes me wanna break out into the running man. Who am I kidding—take sex with her out of the equation and I may just fucking cry.
I make it to school in record time, which is pretty scary considering I don’t actually remember the drive here. I was too caught up in my fantasy of what could happen tonight when I look up and notice Corey talking to Blair at her locker. He’s leaning into her, his body way too close to hers, and she’s laughing at something he’s saying. I feel like someone’s just thrown a bucket of ice water over my good mood.
That * better back the hell away from my girl before I lose my shit. I quicken my pace towards them and I’m just a couple of strides away when Corey leans in and kisses Blair on the cheek. What the actual fuck? My stomach hits the floor as she smiles at him and then I’m overcome by a wave of anger so powerful my whole body feels like it's vibrating.
I close the distance in a nanosecond, rage cursing through my veins like white-hot lava. On instinct, I grab Corey by the shirt, pushing him hard into the locker and see his eyes flare before he pushes my chest back from his.
“What the fuck, bro?” he yells in surprise.
“What makes you think you can kiss my fucking girl?” I snarl at him, my fingers biting into my palms, my fists clenched tightly. I’m using every ounce of willpower I have not punch him in the face.