Page 60 of Bump and Run

Fourteen

Eliza

My phone chimesand I reach into my pocket to check the new text message from Junior.

We won. I’ll see you in an hour.

A reflexive smile spreads across my face before I text him back.

On my way over.

I stuff the phone back into my pocket and push open the door to Junior’s room.

The anticipation got to me. I’ve been following the game’s score online for the last few hours, fighting a losing battle against checking it every minute.

The lead bounced back and forth since the beginning. They scored then we scored then they scored again. The odds of me having to be here at all were fifty-fifty.

But here I am. Not because of the odds, not because of a silly bet we made.

Because I want to be here.

I walk around his room, easily tempted to sift through his belongings. His desk is a mess with papers stacked on every corner, weighed down by used textbooks, along with his most recent geometry homework.

I plop down onto his desk chair and twitch as something soft breaks my fall. I reach behind me and pull it out, freezing when I realize that it’s the teddy bear we won at the arcade. Soft, brown fur. Little, black eyes. I completely forgot about it after I left it behind in his van after the date.

I set it down in my lap and pull his math homework closer. A rush of pride washes over me. He’s checking his work and everything. This must be what a coach feels like when a kicker finally nails a field goal.

I go over it in pencil, marking any mistakes he’s making so I know what to go over with him later.

But I didn’t exactly come here just to correct his homework.

I set my bag down on his bed and pull out the high heels I stashed in the bottom.

My heart races faster with each piece of clothing I strip off. Junior was very specific about what he wanted tonight and I’ve been fantasizing all day about making it happen. To be honest, I probably would have been here even if the team did lose. I’m not about to admit that to him, though…

I hear his front door open and my heart pounds even faster.

I grab the red lipstick from my bag and spread it over my lips before settling beneath his covers.

My body throbs with eager anticipation as I try to imagine what his expression will be like and what he’ll do when he sees me this way. Will he instantly kick off his shoes and dive into the bed? How much foreplay will there be? I suppose the last week has been nothing but foreplay between us. I’ve been wet and ready for days now and judging by the constant erection he’s been hoping I wouldn’t notice, it’s safe to assume that he’s good to go right now, too. I chuckle, wondering if he’s been rock hard for the entire bus ride back to campus.

The door cracks open and Junior walks in with his phone attached to his ear. “Yeah, I’ll meet you there, Ty. Just gonna freshen up—”

His eyes land on me and he doesn’t even bother saying goodbye before hanging up his phone.

“You know…” he says, kicking the door closed. “I wasn’t serious about the whole naked in heels thing.”

“Are you complaining?”

He looks down my curve, gently obscured by his bed sheet. “No.”

“Then shut the fuck up.”

Junior laughs and drops his bag to the floor. “How long have you been here?”

“A few minutes,” I lie. “Do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?”

“No.”

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