Page 13 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Chapter 6
BRITT
His head dips, and lips touch mine with no warning at all. Freezing up, I don’t react at first, but then I slowly start moving with him, trying not to mess this up.
It’s the wet lingerie, right? I was told to wear lingerie if I ever wanted to lose my virginity outside of the underwear-forgiveness parameters one can only establish through a more intimate relationship.
I’ve never had a physical reaction as strong as this, and my body is telling me all sorts of crazy things to do. Like cling to him half-dressed in a pool.
He groans slightly when his tongue slides between my parted lips, and my hands tangle in his hair as I pull him even closer. When my legs tighten against his waist, I immediately zero in on the fact it might have actually been me arousing him this entire time instead of inadvertent stimulation, and…panic consumes me.
Why am I panicking?
This is exactly what I’ve wanted forever, and I’m finally kissing a guy who could quite possibly be perfect for the removal of my hymen.
But the panic ensues. My heartbeat thrums in my ears, and I almost get a little queasy from the nervousness. It feels like a ball is physically manifesting in the pit of my stomach and somehow constricting my heart at the same time.
Tearing my lips away, I blurt out, “I can’t do—”
He groans, interrupting me before I can even figure out how my sentence needs to end. “I know. Shit. Sorry. I just got caught up,” he says on a shaky exhale.
Good. He understands. I think. I’m not even sure I understand, but I’m usually the last to catch on to things that take a better sense of emotional awareness. I’ll have to dissect the minor panic attack later.
Distraction takes us both out of the awkward moment. A fight between Trixie and Cindy breaks out. Hair is pulled, threats are made, and high-pitch warrior cries are wailed during some heavy slapping sounds.
Base drops his hold on me, making me feel a little abandoned as he climbs out of the pool to go help. When I pulled his shirt off, I wasn’t thinking about having such a strong physical reaction to his body.
All combined, I found it…overwhelming. Human nature is a demanding source of primal urges when faced with new experiences.
It’s not like his is the first attractive male body I’ve seen. It’s Sterling Shore.
There’s an abundance of them.
Now I’ve just pushed away a viable candidate for no logical reason, after working so hard to find one.
And now I feel…awkward. Even more so than usual. I’m also extremely ready to leave and escape the awkwardness, which is new.
Base chuckles as he restrains Trixie, and Taylor laughs while holding back Cindy.
“Time to break up the party, ladies. If you’re not sleeping in, you should be calling a cab,” Sticks calls out. “Fights mean the nights over.”
At least that’s one excuse I can use to get out of here. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and my entire body is humming with…something.
I swim to the edge, averting anyone’s eyes as I heave myself out.
“Two cabs will be here in five minutes,” Randy says to the group, and then he walks toward me. “You staying or do you need a cab?”
“I drove, and the alcohol I ingested was considerably below the legal amount,” I tell him tightly, struggling to get my dress on.
It’s a vain effort. A wet dress that was already made to be tight is never going back on.
“We’ve got towels over there,” he says, motioning toward a rack.
“Can I borrow one to drive home in? I’ll bring it back to the club,” I tell him as I grab one and start quickly toweling off.
I don’t mind being in underwear, but if I get pulled over, I might be arrested. Which means I’d have to call someone to bail me out.
And then I’ll be the teenager and not the adult I’m trying to be while working toward partner. I could call Brin. Brin said she’d get me out of jail if I ever needed her to. The offer seemed pointless then…
