She tore her gaze from the book and finally looked up at me. “This is really, really thoughtful. I love it, thank you.” Her eyes were so soft and appreciative that it made my heart speed up. “Yeah, no worries,” I mumbled. And now I’m mumbling too. I’m doing so well with this date so far! Ashley took the book, brushing her fingers across the front cover, looking at me in awe as if I’d just bought her something remarkable instead of just a book. I smiled weakly, shifting on my feet, trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t make me sound like a raving lunatic. When she looked at me like that I started longing for things, things I’d never really thought about before – things like the word girlfriend, and exclusive, and mine. I was in real trouble with this girl. The player side of me that was just standing here wondering what colour underwear she had on, was terrified of this girl and the tender way she was looking at me. My player side was trying to force me
We sat on the sofa still talking freely; everything just seemed so easy with her. I didn’t feel the need to put on an act or try to be something that I wasn’t, she seemed to accept everything at face value and actually be interested in me, instead of what I looked like. I loved that she was intrigued by me as a person; it didn't usually work that way with girls. While we were talking, some of her hair fell across her eyes and before I could stop myself, I reached out and tucked it behind her ear so I could still look into her eyes when I talked to her. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she bit her lip lightly making me so freaking horny it was unreal. It had been exactly two weeks since I’d had sex now, and if I didn’t get some soon then I was going to die. Alright, that was a slight exaggeration, but it was certainly a long time for someone like me to go without. I needed to kiss her. My mouth was already watering at the thought of it. As I bent my head to h
I barely slept that night; all I could think about was Ashley and what she said. She’d been burned by a player before, but if she was telling me that she wanted me to wait then she was clearly not opposed to the idea of sleeping with me at some point. Which meant that I was in with a shot. And that also meant that she didn’t have a boyfriend, after all, how could I be in with a shot if she were dating someone else? Ashley really didn’t seem like the type of girl to cheat and cause someone any pain. That still left the huge question of DJ. I knew he existed because Bryson had asked about him, but he wasn’t her boyfriend I would put money on it. She had never actually specifically told me she had a boyfriend, in fact, she’d never mentioned the word ‘boyfriend’ at all. I was just jumping to conclusions, and she was playing along trying to ward me off because she was scared of players. Due to her cancelling the evening date, I called Seth to see what he was doing instead;
When I went to pull back, she shook her head and wrapped her arms around my neck. “If I’m going to die then I want something incredible to be my last memory. So make it count,” she muttered, pulling my mouth back to hers roughly. I smiled against her lips and kissed her passionately, tracing my tongue along her bottom lip. She stepped impossibly closer, crushing her chest against mine as she moaned into my mouth. I grunted, sliding one hand to the nape of her neck. All I wanted was to kiss and feel every inch of her. I broke the kiss just as I was getting a little breathless. Dipping my head, I nibbled on her earlobe, listening to her pant for breath. “That was so hot,” I whispered, as I ran my tongue along the edge of her ear. She shivered against me and nodded. “That’s just what I was thinking.” “So, are we ready now, or was that not incredible enough?” I teased, pulling back fractionally. It was certainly incredible enough for me, if I died right now I would be
I chuckled at her angry face. She looked adorable when she was mad. Smiling, I walked over to her side, watching as she tried to detach herself from the ropes so she could make the dramatic exit that she was obviously going for last time. “Here, let me help you,” I suggested, pushing her hands away from the ropes gently and stepping in front of her more. I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to me, pretending to be working on the clips but in actual fact, just running my hand over her hips and stomach lightly. I bent my head down to her level and looked into her eyes. “I’m sorry. That was mean and insensitive. Forgive me?” I asked, giving her my puppy dog face. She scowled at me and shook her head. “That scared me.” “I know, and I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning forward further and kissing her cheek gently as I traced my hand across her lower back. “I won’t do that again.” I kissed across to her ear, nipping her earlobe lightly. “Say you’ll forgive me, please
Every day of the following week I spoke to her on the phone for at least an hour. It was like I couldn’t get enough of hearing her talk. I was still seeing my friends and going out just as much as I usually would, but I just didn’t seem to notice the girls around me anymore. When Seth pointed one out, I would compare her to Ashley, and there really was no comparison at all. No one stood a chance. All of my friends found it highly amusing that I was now pining over a girl. Even Russell from work was laughing at me because I’d finally started to ‘grow up’ as he put it. He found it hilarious that Ashley was making me wait for sex. He said that this was Karma coming back to bite me firmly in the ass. I was finally starting to understand some of what we put Ashton through when he fell for Anna and we’d all ripped the shit out of him for it. But the thing was, I just didn’t care how much they teased me, I just smiled and shrugged and looked forward to talking to her before I fel
Stopping at the nearest bar, I headed in, desperate for a drink. My head was spinning with thoughts, and I just didn’t want to think about that guy’s hand on her back, or how perfect the three of them looked together. I didn’t want to think about how the little boy in the bed had the exact same shade of reddish-brown hair that Ashley had. I just couldn’t help but feel angry. Everything about the last three weeks had been perfect. It was just typical that something had to come along and spoil it. The one girl I actually really start to like, and it turned out she was a complete liar and a cheat. It was different when I thought that she was just cheating on a boyfriend because that kind of thing happened everyday, so it didn’t feel as low. But the thought of her being married, having a child, and using me for a little excitement because her life was probably boring, the fact that if this had carried on I might have broken up a family and home, those thoughts made me feel a littl
“Sorry, Minnie, it’s my fault. I’ll stop talking about her now, but you need to stop bringing her up too,” I accused, waving for the barman again. She laughed and raised one questioning eyebrow. “Minnie?” Ah, fuck it; she noticed my reference to the screechy cartoon mouse. I grasped desperately at something that wasn’t to do with the fact that every time she opened her mouth all the cats in LA sat up and looked around for their next meal. Suddenly an idea hit me. “Yeah Minnie, like the little mouse,” I confirmed. “Because you’re so cute I just want to pick you up and put you in my pocket and carry you around all day.” I shrugged, chuckling into my glass, causing whiskey to slop out over the side and onto the bar. “Aww, that’s kinda sweet. No one’s ever called me that before.” She smiled happily which made me laugh even harder. She smiled seductively. “So, I was thinking… this girl’s hurt you, right?” she asked, stepping closer to me. I resisted the urge to s