Three Strikes and You're Mine

by R.S. Grey

He sits up and waves me over, turning his baseball hat around backward so he’ll be able to see me better without the brim in the way. My ovaries take note.

The waves are so loud, relentless, angry. It’s like they rage on my behalf. I open my mouth to scream like I should have screamed at David, and I still can’t. It’s only a silent cry that escapes.

“I want you to know why, even though it’s completely obvious that I’ve got a big ol’ embarrassing crush on you, I haven’t acted on it.”

“So the feeling’s mutual.” She shakes her head like she can’t believe it. “That makes me feel better, I guess.” Oh fuck.

“I am insanely, annoyingly, couldn’t-stop-if-I-tried attracted to you. I have thought about kissing you a hundred times in a hundred ways.”

“Oh okay, for starters, I’m so attracted to you I can barely restrain myself when you’re in my presence. I’m a fool for you, constantly, wanting you every damn minute of the day.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea if I come in.” He says this while eyeing my bed. “Oh.” “Yeah, not sure if you could tell from the way I just attacked you downstairs, but I’m pretty interested in fucking you.”