“See, Garret? It’s too—”
He kisses me before I can finish and slides his hand down my jeans and under my panties. His kiss goes deeper and I no longer hear the noise in the hall because I’m completely distracted by what his hand is doing to me and the skillful movement of his tongue in my mouth.
And then he stops. I open my eyes to see him looking at me, a devilish grin across his face.
“So you don’t want it?”
“Nope.” It’s a total lie. Every cell in my body wants it. He’s driving me crazy!
“Okay.” He takes his hand away, jumps up off the bed, and puts his shirt back on. “I’m gonna go unpack my stuff. Want to meet for lunch?”
“Wait! What? That’s it?” I sit up. “Aren’t you going to try harder than that?”
He smiles and kisses my cheek. “I’ll be upstairs. See you later.” He picks up his bag and leaves.
Damn, he’s good. He knows exactly what to do to. Gets things started, then leaves me wanting more. Dying for more! Crap! I can’t believe what this guy does to me.
CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
I go upto his floor and straight to his room. His door is open so I walk right in, slamming the door behind me and locking it. Then I kiss him like we haven’t seen each other in months as I undo his belt. He goes with it, not even acting surprised. I take his pants off and push him down on the bed.
A couple guys are yelling at each other in the hallway but I ignore them. I’ll just have to get used to the noise because I can’t wait until winter break to do this again.
When we’re done, that famous cocky smile appears on Garret’s face. “Anything you’d like to share?”
“About what?”
“About what changed your mind.”
“I think you know. And don’t embarrass me about this or we’re never doing it again.”
He laughs. I do, too, because it’s such a lie.
“So I guess we won’t see each other much this week with your swim schedule,” I say, resting my head on his chest.
“Yeah, probably not much until next weekend. I have practice every day and then I have that meet out of town on Thursday. But I was thinking we could go to New York next weekend. Maybe spend the night there. It’ll be all decorated for Christmas.”
I sit up. “It will?”
He tries not to smile. “Yeah, but I forgot. You don’t like Christmas. So maybe we should wait until January when all that Christmas crap is gone.”
“No!” I say it way too loud. I lower my voice. “I mean, I don’t mind the Christmas stuff. I’ll just ignore it. I think we should go.”
“Okay.” He pulls me back down to his chest. “But I really like Christmas so I’m telling you right now that I’ll be dragging you all over the city to see the lights.”
“If that’s what you want to do, then fine.” I act like I don’t care, but secretly I’ve wanted to go to New York City at Christmas since I was a little girl. I used to see the giant tree at Rockefeller Center on TV and always wished I could see it in person. And now that wish might actually come true.
* * *
Later that day,Harper returns from California so I hang out in her room while Garret goes to the pool. She gives me all the gossip about her friends in LA, one of whom is now dating an actor on a soap opera. I don’t watch soaps so I have no idea who he is, but Harper claims he’s the hottest guy on daytime TV.
I don’t see Garret again until after dinner. He says his family got back from their trip and that his dad even asked if I had a nice Thanksgiving. I still don’t understand what’s going on there, but I’ve decided not to dwell on it. Like Garret said, I can’t control the future. I just have to live in the here and now.
The rest of the week is busier than usual. The professors have all decided to ramp up the number of assignments and quizzes, trying to cram in as much as possible before winter break. I work like crazy trying to finish the homework because I want to be able to go to New York this weekend. I don’t know how Garret’s getting it all done. He has just as much homework as me plus swimming. I barely see him.
On Thursday morning, we have breakfast together to catch up.
“I’m leaving for the swim meet around noon and won’t be back until tonight,” Garret says. “I’ll come by your room when I get back.”