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My lips part and like a good girl, she slides her tongue unhurriedly inside.
“You’re an asshole.” “So you keep saying.” The smirk returns. “It’s like looking in the mirror, isn’t it?”
I gasp when his torso twists and he flips to try to find more room, shifting positions, nose buried in my chest. Slips his bulky, tattooed arms around my waist to get comfy, my arms shoved uselessly above his back for lack of place to put them.
His large palm supports the back of my neck, pulling me down, pulling me in and resting his lips on mine. My heartbeat keeps time with the seconds our lips bond. One, two, three, four…
I am, but a compliment coming from Jameson Clark somehow feels like winning at life.
“But the real reason I want you to stay?” I draw out the sentence, emphasizing the last few words. “You’re the only girl on this campus I have any respect for.”
“Wonderful and awful,” she whispers. “Beautiful and forgettable. That’s how you make me feel, all at the same time.”
“How can you stand there and say that? I adore you! I think you’re beautiful. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you, the way you smell and the way you’re always pulling your hair back, or tapping your pen when you’re concentrating. You drive me crazy.” “It’s not enough.” “Don’t do this Jameson; don’t say that shit. Please, you’re breaking my heart.”
I wonder if life is going outside to have a smoke right now, because it just got done fucking me.
“Brace yourself Jim; I’m going to date the shit out of you.”
