Page 65 of For Three Seconds

“Would I even want it?”

I bent close to her ear to whisper, “Oh, baby, you’ll want it.”

She shook her head, but she did it smiling; then, she got on her tiptoes, put her hands around my neck, and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and forgot about the world until someone yelled, “Get a room, Dunn.”

Scarlett was the first to pull away, looking embarrassed. I grabbed my backpack and took out the Pringles snacks I had for her. Her eyes lit up, and she took them from me greedily.

“I have Thursday free,” I told her.

“Yeah?” She tipped her head back and gave me a grin.

“I want to take you on a date.” My voice got gruff. I’d gone about this all wrong, but fuck me if it hadn’t all felt right. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I ignored it. “What do you say?”

“I’m a popcorn hog and expect a slushy too. Oh, and no boring boy movies,” she said as we got to my car.

I pressed her against the door and bent my forehead to hers. “Scar, baby, I know. I know your likes and dislikes. You think I’d do anything to fuck up my first date with you?”

She tipped her head so she could meet my head. “I don’t remember the last time I was this happy, Gav.”

Fuck me. That right there undid me. I closed my eyes, and I kissed her again. This seemed to be the way she communicated best. Kisses, no matter if they were stolen or given. Right or forbidden.

Once she was in her seat, I drove to the frat house. I was somewhat nervous because it was the first time I was bringing her over.

When we pulled to the house, I held her hand so I could walk her to my room. Some of the guys were there watching television while others ate.

“Oh look, it’s my kissing partner,” Drew said from where he sat on the sofa.

I glared at my president while Scarlett timidly waved at him. With her hand in mine, I introduced her to my frat brothers, showed her around, and then walked her up to my room. The staircase leading up to the second floor had the most recent class pictures. Scarlett paused when she found my freshman-year picture. Her hands traced over my features. Then she paused, going over another frat brother. I expected her response before she said it.

“Whoa, you guys look alike.” She stated the obvious.

“Yeah, that’s Rhett. He was my big. He was president my sophomore year.” I pointed to the other picture of my sophomore year.

Scarlett stared at it before she shook her head and turned back to me.

“When I decided on coming here, he kind of took me under his wing. We didn’t have a lot, but he used to come around…” I trailed off because it was around the time of her parents’ accident.

I didn’t want to mention all that, so I took Scarlett’s hand and led her to my room, where I watched her study. Then after that, things got hot and heavy, my dick by her pussy, but no matter how much my dick begged me to slide inside Scar’s pussy, I meant what I said. The next time I had her would be when I was making love to her.

The days leading up to my date with Scar passed by in a blur. I had Isaac keep walking her to the classes he could and gave him cash so he could run to the campus store and get my jersey so I could give it to her.

When my phone started ringing, I pulled it out and was pissed. It was Gigi calling. Ignoring it, I put the phone on silent and put it in my pocket. Dread filled me because I had yet to tell Scar about the miscarriage. I was scared of her reaction, but most of all, I was scared to lose her.

Once I was ready, I grabbed the jersey and my keys and went to pick up my girl. My mouth ran dry the moment I saw her. She came down the driveway in black leggings, a gray long-sleeve blouse that matched her tennis shoes, and her hair a wild mess. I don’t think she realized just how beautiful she was. It didn’t matter if she did or not because, to me, she’d always been the most beautiful girl in the room.

“Ready to woo me?” she said.

I noticed the circles under her eyes and wondered if she was having problems sleeping again.

“Do you still get nightmares?” I asked, cupping her cheek.

When she tensed, I knew that wasn’t a good sign.

“Scar,” I warned before she could lie to me.

“Sometimes, but I don’t want to talk about that today. Today, I want you to take me on a date. I just want to be with you, nothing else.”

When she put it that way, I forgot about everything else.

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