“Which dorm are you in?”
“MacKinnon.” I had to
take two strides for his every one, but I noticed that he tried to keep his
stride level with mine as we turned from the street onto the campus. “Which one
do you live in?”
I wondered if he would
ask me to go back to his dorm with him.
I wondered if I would
say yes.
“I live off campus.” I
hadn’t been expecting that. Not a lot of students did, because the cost of
living in downtown West Haven wasn’t cheap. “It’s just a couple of blocks
away.”
“Oh.” My eyes widened,
though I tried to keep the surprise out of my voice. I was here on scholarship,
and it still barely covered my living expenses. He was a football player and
might have a bigger one. Or the shelter might pay really well.
It wasn’t any of my
business and I didn’t know him well enough to ask. I bit my tongue, and stayed
silent until we’d crossed campus to where my dorm stood.
“Thank... thank you for
a fun night.” I smiled up at him shyly. Since I’d never been on a date, I
didn’t know what I was supposed to do right now, so I just told him the truth.
“I liked it. Really.”
He said nothing,
instead staring down at my lips, my smile. Though I knew that he had snuck past
my guard, had made me want things that I didn’t have any business wanting, I
still felt overwhelmed by the urge to grab him, to pull him close to me and to
never let go.
“I’m glad.” My nails
dugs into my palms as the silence between us stretched out, thick and heavy.
“Well. Um. Goodnight.”
I turned towards the neon lights of the dorm, a stone settling in the pit of my
belly.
“Serena.” Alex’s voice
was raspy, and it was exactly what I had been waiting for. I looked back over
my shoulder, my heart in my throat.
“Yes?” I whispered.
“I want to kiss you.”
My skin suddenly felt too tight. He stood beside a battered old car, his hands
stuffed into his pockets, the streetlights casting a buttery glow over his
face. He wasn’t reaching for me, instead waiting for my consent.
He couldn’t have known
how important that was to me.
He was beautiful. He
could have had any girl he wanted, yet he was asking me if he could kiss me.
“May I?” His face was
solemn. Longing was an ache in my belly as I nodded, jerkily. And then he
closed the distance between us, placed his hands on my waist the same way he
had while we were dancing, and dipped his head down.
All the wondering about
whether or not he was into me flew from my head as he slowly pressed his lips
to mine. I had thought he would crush me to him, would devour me with his kiss,
but he was slow and in control.
It was no less hot. His
hands slid around to splay over my lower back as he tasted my lips with
excruciating slowness. My breath caught and I curled my fingers around his
upper arms, right where his tattoos lay hidden beneath the soft leather.
Even through the
thickness of the jacket I could feel the iron of his muscles, a hardness that
spoke of something beyond football practice. I moaned softly into his mouth as
my fingers danced, exploring up to his shoulders, his neck.
He made a sound deep in
his throat, before backing me slowly against the parked car. I felt the chill
of the metal seep through my jacket and my shirt, as he finally closed the last
inch of space between us, pressed his body against mine, and deepened the kiss.
“Oh.” I parted my lips
beneath the warm swipe of his tongue. I’d kissed with my tongue before, but
never like this, never like I was being savoured.
An unfamiliar heat
surged between my legs, and I felt the tips of my breasts pucker as they
brushed against his chest. He wasn’t doing any more than kissing me, his hands
still roaming the expanse of my back, but I felt my breath coming faster,
harder.
“Is this okay?” With
excruciating slowness he moved his hand from my back, across the stripes of my
ribcage, and over to... oh man.
His large palm cupped
my breast, over my tank but inside of my jacket and sweater. His thumb strummed
over my nipple and I choked out a gasp against his lips, my hips pressing
forward into his own.
“Serena.” His pelvis
arched into me in response for one, long, satisfying second, and then he pulled
back entirely, breaking the kiss, a groan escaping his lips as he did.
I could still feel the
hardness of his need pressing into my stomach, the skin there sensitive and
overly aware from the touch. There was a quick flash of self preservation in
which I wondered if this was wise.
It wasn’t, I knew it
wasn’t, but by this point I didn’t care.
My head swam as I tried
to get some sense of my bearings back. I vibrated with need, wanting his lips
on mine again.
He gave them to me, but
in the form of a short, sweet, frustrating kiss.
“Night, Serena.” His
hands moved to my hips, squeezed gently, then pushed me towards the dorm.
Dazed, I did as he urged, walking the short distance across asphalt to the
front door.
I only snuck one quick
glance back over my shoulder, once I’d reached the glass door that had been
smudged by a thousand fingerprints.
He was still leaning
against the battered car, his arms crossed as he watched me—protectively?
I shivered. The look on
his face was of restrained need... and it said clearly that he had claimed me
as his.
He waited until I was
inside the building, looking back through the glass door, before he pushed off
the dented metal and walked away, hands stuffed into his pockets. He left me
pondering what it felt like to have someone watching out for my well being.
I was pretty sure that
I liked it.
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