Page 36 of Pinkie Promise

I frown and stare down at her, confused by her reaction.

“It’s all the gymnastics from when I was a kid – the repeated pressure on my joints kept me kind of short, and now that I’m an adult I don’t look… I should be more…” She glances up at my chest and her eyes roam across the breadth of it so damn longingly that my cock begins to strain. “Like, you look like a man. A grown man. Whereas I…” We both look down at her body, so petite that she’s managed to curl up entirely in her seat.

I rub my free palm down my stubble and bring our interlocked hands higher up my thigh.

“Fallon,” I say, raspier than I should be for a guy who hasn’t even taken her to first base yet. “I really,reallylike the way that you look.”

She rolls her eyes and tries to pull her hand out of mine. Nice fucking try but that’s not gonna happen.

“You’re a guy,” she huffs. “You’ll say that to anyone.”

“Fallon, look at me,” I say, gripping her hand a little tighter. “I like that you’re petite. It’s cute, and I like it.”

She could be 5’1” or 5’11” and my feelings for her wouldn’t change one bit.

“This was a really bad idea,” she whispers, beginning to look around, getting flustered. “Maybe I’m just not cut out for this. Dating and stuff–”

“Fallon. Listen to me. I haven’t dated while I’ve been in college.”

Fallon stops herself mid-sentence and her eyes suddenly lift up to meet mine.

“I haven’t been on one date and I’m in my senior year. I saw you and I liked you. You’re the only one.”

Her lips keep opening and closing, and after a while I have to stop staring at them. I should be more embarrassed by what I just told her but for some reason I feel like it’s exactly what she needed.

“You don’t date around?” she asks, her voice shy and hopeful.

An explosion goes off on the screen. She doesn’t even glance at it.

“No, Fallon. I don’t date around.”

Her brow twitches a little as her brain goes into overdrive. “So you… you just sleep around,” she mumbles. “Not that I’m judging,” she says quickly. “You’re a big guy, I know that you’ll have, er, needs to fulfil.”

My neck muscles tighten. As subtle as I can I give my groin a two-second grip and then, looking away from her, I grit out, “Yeah. I have needs.”

“I have a lot going on right now,” she says quietly, as if she hasn’t tried to warn me away from her before. “I’m really probably not the best option.”

“Fallon, you aren’t an option, you’re the only girl who I want to spend my time with. I wanna date you. Repeatedly. And you’re the only person that I wanna do that with.”

“Are you sure?” she says, so concerned that she’s almost wincing.

“I’m sure.”

“Are you sure that you’re sure?” she asks, but now she’s laughing nervously and I can’t hide the smile on my face.

I bring our hands to my mouth and press a hard kiss to her tiny pinkie, looking up at her beautiful face from under my lashes. “I’m more than sure, Fallon,” I murmur. “I promise.”

Chapter 11

Fallon

Once Hunter got his hands on me he simply couldn’t let go.

When the movie finished he waited for me to stuff the candy packets into my jeans and then he led us out the door, his hand never leaving mine. By the time that we reached the foyer he was walking right up behind me, his palms gripping into my hips, hard, heavy, and firm.

We reach his truck in the lot and he pulls open my door, his front warm and solid against the back of my jumper.

I glance at him over my shoulder and he tips his chin towards the truck’s interior. “Get in,” he says huskily.

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