I snort. “A barnacle?”
“Yeah, youknow those things that stick to the side of boats and shit?”
“I know what a barnacle is,” I laugh. “I was literally calling him a parasite in my mind earlier.”
She tilts her head back laughing.
God, she has such a beautiful laugh.
Wanting to steer the conversation away from the dick who doesn’t deserve a second more of our oxygen, I nudge her shoulder. “Hey, thank you again for the other night.”
“It’s fine.” She waves it off like it’s nothing.
But the thing is, that little act of kindness meant more to me than anything else in the world. Because aside from the guys, nobody has ever cared enough about me to drive an hour and a half out of their way to check on me.
My heart clenches at the thought she did that…forme.
She ended up staying the night—was I fuck letting her drive back on her own after midnight—and I asked her to wait around until we were done with the interviews, so she didn’t have to drive back to Riverside alone.
“I, uh—” Fuck, why am I nervous? “I read the notes you gave me last week.”
“Yeah?” Taking a step forward, she faces me and crosses her arms over her chest.
“Uh-huh.”
When she came over last week, she’d given me handwritten notes with a step-by-step guide on how to pleasure a girl. She told me she wanted me to revise the notes because she’ll be quizzing me on them the next time she saw me…well, the next time she saw me I was in a hotel room crying. So, that wasn’t the right time to quiz me.
And to go with the notes, she’d also drawn an awful looking vagina. Let’s just say, thank fuck she isn’t an art major because she’d be failing that class before it even begun.
“Did you learn much?” She chews at her lip, and fuck, why do I find that so sexy.
“Hmm.” I nod.
Fuck. How do I say this, is this even the right time to say it?
“Although…” I scratch the nape of my neck awkwardly. “Sometimes learning it physically is easier than learning it mentally.”
There, I said it.
Ikindof said it.
I implied it.
That’s the same thing, right?
“So you want to…”
“I want to try—” grabbing her hand, I pull her toward me so she’s standing between my legs as I sit on the edge of my desk. “What I learnt,” my hands graze over the back of her thighs. “Onyou.”
Why is my heart beating so fast?
She gasps as I squeeze her thighs. Jolting forward, her palms rest against my chest and she inhales a sharp breath. Eyes boring into mine, I could see all the emotions shifting through those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.
“You want to…” She sounds just as nervous as I feel. “You want to, uh…”
“I want to touch you.” I confess.
Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches.
