Page 25 of Sing for Me
Fuck, the way she's staring, undressing me with her eyes-
"I can show you a few good ones," I say.
Her cheeks flush. She pretends as if she doesn't understand. "Excuse me?"
I stare back at her. "Youdowant to fuck me."
Her voice is weak. Without a hint of confidence. "Well..."
"You've been picturing me naked all night."
Her eyes go wide then she presses her lids together. "I saw you naked. I couldn't help it."
"Mhmm." What a load. I turn my attention to the freeway. When I look back to her, she has that same lust in her eyes. "You're thinking about it now."
"I'm not."
She is. And I won't have her getting her dirty fantasies wrong. "I'm better than whatever you're imagining."
She presses her knees together. "Did you ever know that girls name?"
"Stephanie." I think. "It's just sex. You'd know if-"
"It's none of your business."
"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin."
Again, she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She's at her limit here.
I ease off.
I let the conversation quiet.
My eyes go to the road.
She turns on the radio.
The station is playingIn Pieces. As much I'm tired of hearing my voice flowing through the speakers, I have to smile. I'm moaning like I'm about to come.
Well, not quite, but from the way her cheeks are blushing it's clear she's imagining that.
Imagining us, together.
She practically jumps out of her seat to change the station. The next preset is alternative rock. Then pop.
Finally, she finds an oldies station.
Her shoulders soften.
Damn, either I'm reading this situation wrong and this girl never wants to see me again.
Or she wants me so badly she can barely breathe.
Usually, I read women easily.
With her, I'm only sure of one thing: she wants to fuck me.
She stumbles over her words. "I... Do you have a problem with oldies?"
