Page 33 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

Ooh, a challenge. “Is it that pesky romance rule in the way?”

“Maybe.” Her face burns.

I nod and turn my eyes to the windshield. Forcing her to talk or to try is going to get me hit, and I know it. So, I watch the rain roll down the windshield. Apparently, being honest with Sky gets me farther than being suave. “I still have a lot of things unchecked on my list.”

“You have one?”

“Doesn’t everyone? But I get it. Sometimes, you want the buildup to the moment, and if you say it, then there’s not really a reward in getting it. Like yesterday, with the whole petting my hair thing. Asking someone to do it isn’t as good as it just happening.”

“Tell me one of yours? One that you did check off?”

I think about that for a while. “It’ll bring up another girl.”

“That’s fine. I’m not really a jealous person.” She shrugs.

This is bullshit because everyone is ‘not the jealous type’ until they’re with someone they’re afraid to lose. “I always wanted that ‘making eyes across a room, leading to making out and a good night’ thing, and I got it at a frat party. This hot girl and I kept running into each other, catching each other staring, and then it turned into a make-out session and some extras. Not sex, but close. Then I never saw her again.”

“I see.” She rubs her bottom lip.

“Anything for you?”

“Not so far.” She shrugs. “I should go.”

She doesn’t reach for the door, though. I roll my eyes and lean over, kissing her cheek. “Have a good night, Sky.”

She turns to look at me, her nose brushing mine. “That’s it?”

“Your pace,” I remind. “I’m already touching you without asking.”

Her eyes study me intently. “Is this how you normally get girls?”

“Nope.” I gently stroke over her knee. “I’m an impatient ass with charm to spare. Who needs restraint?”

Her eyes narrow, and she kisses me fully on the mouth, her tongue stroking between my lips. She pulls away before I can do anything and sprints to her house. I shake my head slightly. She’s going to be dragging me along like a dog on a leash. I can tell already.

Especially when she drops her keys twice trying to get in the door. I open the window and yell out. “Trouble finding the hole, bumble bee? I can help!”

“Shut your face!” She shouts back.

Once she’s inside, I cruise next door, run inside, and check the time. I still have a bit before I go out with the guys from work. So, I have plenty of time to relax, bother Sky, or even take a nap. Which sounds the most amazing.

We should have a nap date. I text Sky.

Dating isn’t a thing we’re doing. She responds after a solid two minutes.

Before I can reply because napping is clearly not a real date, Peter comes in and glowers at me. “Something going on with you and Elvira next door?”

“Nope,” I lie easily.

He parts his feet in a firm stance, his hands gripping his waist. “You just dropped her off.”

“Yeah. She’s helping me with some social media shit, and it’s pouring. I can’t have my pictures getting ruined.” I text Tyler, asking when we’re going to meet at the bar … and what bar. “Anything else? I'm going out with the guys tonight.”

“Not Sky?”

“Why would I be going out with Sky?”

My brother continues to watch me, then looks over my shoulder. Sky is struggling with her shirt, stuck in it with her arms above her head. She falls over, and I laugh. I shut my blinds because that view is for me and me alone, but I return my attention to my brother. More lies to come.

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