Page 29 of Scores Of The Heart

“That’s awesome.” Cindy smiles. “I love that.”

I glance at her again. There’s an edge to her voice, but she doesn’t hold it for long. She looks at me and smiles.

I want to tell her how beautiful she is. I want to reach out and touch her face with my hand and feel her soft, delicate skin. She’s too sweet and pure to have the likes of me pawing all over her, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting it.

I pray to fucking God she doesn’t just jump out of the car straight away when I get to her place.

We arrive at Susie’s in no time, where I assure her friend I’ll have Cindy home safe and sound in just a few minutes.

“You better,” she tells me. “I know where to find you, just in case.”

I laugh. She’s joking, but I couldn’t think of anything better than stealing her away. Cindy leans around then and gives Susie a hug through the console and I get a whiff of her perfume. It’s on the vanilla side, with a hint of caramel.

Sweet, like her.

“Goodnight, Susie. It was great meeting you,” I say.

“You too, and thanks for the ride.” She smiles. “Night, Cindy.”

“Night, Suse. I’ll text you when I’m home.”

I wait until Susie is safely inside her apartment and then take off down the street.

Cindy rocks back in her seat as I put a little too much pressure on the accelerator.

“Woah,” she says with a laugh, holding her hand to her heart.

“Sorry. I get a little carried away.” That totally comes out wrong, but so fucking right. And she glances at me again.

“You’re very sweet,” she says out of nowhere.

That earns her another sheepish grin from me. Everything she says comes out so unexpectedly. I’ve no idea what she’s going to come out with next.

“Really?” I balk. “You sure?”

“Giving us girls a ride, then waiting for Susie to get inside.”

“You’re gonna go away thinking I’m a nice guy soon.”

She giggles, and I can’t help but keep the stupid grin on my face. “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Don’t girls like the bad boy kind?” I raise an eyebrow. I know I sound like an ass, even if I am joking. But in actual fact, I really wanna know her answer. I wanna know if she fantasizes about me, the way I do her.

My dick kicks in my jeans at the thought. He’s been unceremonious tonight, and I’ve had trouble keeping him at bay.

“Maybe the good boy, bad boy,” she says. “What kind are you, Tyler?”

I keep my eyes firmly on the road, though I don’t want to. “I’m nothin’ good if the tabloids are anything to go by.” Hopefully she doesn’t read too much into those. She comes off as the good-girl type to me. I hope she doesn’t think I’m too wild for her.

“I don’t read too much into that anyway,” she says, directing me to turn the next left and we’re on her street.

“That’s good. Most of it’s bullshit, anyway.”

“It must suck getting stuff written about you,” she says, as I swing into a parking space outside of her townhouse.

“Ah, you get used to it.” I shrug. “The press have laid off in recent times anyway.Well, at least since I broke up with my girlfriend a few months back.” I don’t know exactly why that comes out of my mouth, maybe because I want her to know I’m single.

And fuck, do I wanna mingle.

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