Page 95 of The First Time
Tell me you want to be with me.
He motions to the bag. "Beef pho, spring rolls, and lemongrass stir fry. Hope you haven't forced a friend to try that dish yet."
"I haven't." It's afternoon and I haven't eaten much today—I'm always too nervous to eat before tests. My stomach growls. The lemongrass stir fry sounds like a strong contender for Piper's Favorite Vietnamese Dish. "Is that a bribe?"
"It's lunch."
"What if I ask you to leave?"
"I'll politely decline." His dark eyes fix on mine.
"What if I slam the door in your face."
"I'll call."
"If I ignore your calls?"
"I'll stand in front of your window singing Britney Spears songs until you come talk to me."
I'm tempted to call his bluff. But I want to talk to him too. I want to talk to him now. Even so... "Prove it."
He cocks a brow.
"Sing a Britney song now."
"I'm not a good singer."
"Do it anyway."
He nods. "You have a request?"
"Um...Oops I Did it Again."
He pulls out his phone and finds a karaoke video of the song on YouTube. He stares into my eyes as he hits play. His cheeks flush as he sings the first verse.
He isn't a great singer, but he's not bad either. His gaze flits between the lyrics on the phone and me. By the second verse, he manages to get within range of the pitch.
He sings the entire song. "I'll work through every fucking single Britney's ever put out if that's what it takes."
I shake my head. "My pho is getting cold."
He chuckles. Then he's smiling.
It lights up his eyes. It makes me warm everywhere.
"I've been thinking." He slides his phone into his pocket and stares into my eyes. "About your question?"
"Which question?"
"You asked if I was sorry if I made you come or if I was sorry I left."
Now, I'm blushing. "Oh." My heartbeat picks up. "Did you come to a conclusion?"
"I'm not sorry I did it."
My heart is thudding against my chest.
"I don't regret it." He sets the takeout bag on the ground and moves closer. "Fuck, I can't remember the last time I wanted anything as much as I wanted to watch you come."
