Page 6 of The Band Geek

Jessica backs away with a pleased look as I hold my hands up and look down at the fruity drink soaking through the dress, covering my legs. It was 100 percent intentional, just something to get her revenge on me for stealing Sawyer's attention for a moment. She's just another mean girl who wants to make my life miserable.

“Let me help you,” Sawyer says, immediately slipping off his plain white T-shirt and dabbing the front of my dress.

Suddenly, the entire room shrinks in, and the only thing to look at is Sawyer's chest. He has incredibly toned washboard abs that glisten with a light sheen of sweat standing in this packed room. My mind wanders to places it never has as I think about pushing him down on a bed and licking the peaks and valleys of his stomach.

Those thoughts don't get any better as his hands dab the dress, soaking up the droplets of liquid. After a moment, he stops and stands inches away from me, looking down with his eyes focused entirely on me. I forget all about Jessica, and Sawyer clearly does, too.

“How about I take you upstairs and get you something of Merrit’s to change into?” Sawyer asks, reaching down to grab my hand and guide me away. My skin shivers and awakens as he touches me. I want nothing more than to follow him up there and see where this takes us, but I pull away from him.

Even though I need a change of clothes, under these circumstances, that could be all he plans up there. But I can't help but wonder what he really wants. What are his real intentions?

“I wouldn't want to without running it by Merrit first,” I say, shaking my head and standing my ground. “She might not like someone borrowing her clothes without asking first.”

“Okay, I'll go ask her,” Sawyer says, holding his finger up to signal for me to wait right there. He looks around and finds her in the room, carefully maneuvering his way through the crowd.

Jessica makes her presence known as soon as Sawyer is gone, standing directly in front of me and crossing her arms defiantly. She's several inches shorter than me, so I have to look down, but she still seems imposing.

“Stay the hell away from Sawyer, geek,” Jessica says, her eyes narrowing as she tries to intimidate me. “What do you think's going to happen with him anyway? Men like him aren't made for girls like you. Back off if you know what's good for you.”

She stands her ground, and I don't know what to say. Thankfully, I don't have to answer because Sawyer comes back and looks between the two of us, focusing more on me than her once again.

“She said it's fine,” he says, holding a hand out for me to grab. Jessica raises an eyebrow at me as if silently asking me what choice I'm going to make. I can do what she says and walk away, or I can go with Sawyer, and she’ll make my life a living hell.

I don't like to be threatened. I take Sawyer's hand and follow him upstairs, not looking back at her once. I can imagine, though, her eyes are staring daggers at both of us, and she’ll do everything in her power to stay true to her word.

This might be a mistake, but it's undoubtedly what I want.

FIVE

After the game, I couldn't find Rowan anywhere on the field, so I had to invite the entire band to the party. I thought it was a long shot, anticipating someone like Rowan would stay as far away from a party like this as possible. Luckily, I was wrong. Here she is, in my house so late at night, wearing a dress that makes her look incredible.

Jessica was being a bitch to her, but that gave me all the more reason to get Rowan alone. That was my original goal, after all. Even though Jessica might have had her own interest in mind, she did me a favor.

I close Talon and Merrit’s door behind us as I make my way to Merrit's dresser. Rowan doesn't say anything as I start digging through for something for her to wear. All I can think about is how she's been staring at me without a shirt on. I work hard on my body, and I know she's noticed that.

“You certainly looked taken aback when I took my shirt off out there,” I say, grabbing a shirt and a pair of jeans shorts from the drawer and approaching her. “I take it you like what you see?”

Her face turns red, and she looks away from me, embarrassed by calling her out. “No, you just made such a spectacle of it. I had no idea you were such an exhibitionist.”

“There's a lot you don't know about me,” I say, handing her the clothes. She takes them and stares at me expectantly for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

“Would you mind turning around or leaving the room so I can change?” She purses her lips, and I shake my head, forcing her to wrinkle her eyebrows in confusion.

“This is my house. I think you should be the one to turn around,” I say, backing up a couple of feet and folding my arms across my chest. “I don't take kindly to being told what to do.”

She stares at me for a moment, not quite understanding, and then she does what I say and turns around. I watch with my mouth hanging open, very eager to see what she does as she drops her cardigan to the ground and lifts the bottom of the little black dress. Underneath, she's wearing a pair of black panties that perfectly hug her curves. There's lace trim around the bottom, and I want to see more.

“You have a perfect ass,” I say before I think any better of it. Before I know it, she's pulling the bottom of her dress back down and spinning around with a furious look in her eyes.

“You're disgusting,” Rowan says, moving to take a quick step away, stumbling on the cardigan that's wrapped around her ankles.

She shrieks as she falls forward, her arms flailing in front of her as she starts crashing to the floor. I move quickly, taking a long stride toward her and holding my arms out to catch her before she falls. She lands in my arms, facing me as she breathes quickly from the fright.

Her eyes lock on mine, and I stare down at her, my heart thudding against my ribs. We linger here for a moment, our eyes studying one another as I hold her close, feeling her body tense against mine.

Without thinking and completely caught up in the moment, I bend over and kiss her. My mouth crashes against her, a heated frenzy overtaking me as her lips swish against mine, parting slightly to allow my tongue entry. I taste her, fueling my hunger with every sweep of my tongue in her mouth.

It feels incredible. I've never felt so invigorated kissing anyone before. I don't want this to end. I want to explore more of her. A yearning deep in my chest only seems to grow as her tongue entangles with mine.

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