Page 6 of Breakout
“See you tomorrow?” he asks.
“Maybe,” I tell him before I slip out of his room.
He’s my addiction. My dirty little secret.
Soon enough he will have so many pieces of me, there will be nothing left when he’s gone.
Where will that leave me?
I’m on my way to class when I see her.
Peyton Anderson.
Her long blonde hair shines in the sun as she walks with Grace. I love the way it splays out underneath her as I stare into her beautiful hazel eyes before making them roll into the back of her head. She is fucking gorgeous. Her body is perfect for me, curves in all the right places. The fact that she is a good five inches shorter than me makes me feel like she’s fun-sized. Perfect for me to pick up and carry around.
She is perfect for me.
She occupies every single part of my mind, and she doesn’t even know it. I can’t tell her because she is skittish as fuck. She would run in a heartbeat.
I’ve never chased a woman the way I do Peyton. She’s worth it, though. I only wish she could see how good we could be together.
Sure, she knows I can rock her world as I do it nearly every night. She draws the line there, though. Outside of the bedroom, I am firmly in the friend zone, and I hate it.
Right now, I want nothing more than to run up to her and take her in my arms as I kiss her. That’s against the rules though.
Stupid fucking rules.
I’m playing the long game with Peyton. I knew the moment I met her, she was special. The more I got to know her, the more I realized she’s the one.
Now I just need to convince her of it.
I’m a patient man. I’ll wear her down little by little until she has no choice but to fall madly in love with me. Until then, I’ll keep up the facade.
Going up to her as she walks with Grace, I wrap Grace in a hug from behind.
“Ah, you scared me.” Grace laughs as she hugs my arms.
“Sorry, little sis. Come on, Peyton. You know you want one too,” I tell her as I open my arms and move toward her.
She pushes my chest, making the scratches from last night burn a little. I love it. Love the reminder that she loves to brand me as hers. I don’t think she realizes she is doing it, but I’ll never stop her.
“You are a Neanderthal. Don’t come any closer. I don’t want your cooties.”
I smirk at her, giving her a knowing look. She blushes but looks away.
“I swear you two bicker like an old married couple. When’s the wedding again?” Grace jokes.
“Oh, come on, PeyPey can’t handle all of this.” I rub my hand down my chest as I sling an arm over Grace’s shoulder.
I hate playing these games, but it’s the only way I can keep everyone from seeing the truth.
I’m hopelessly in love with Peyton. Have been for a while.
“Oh yeah. The cocky attitude is way too much for me to handle. I’m not sure he’d even know I was in the same room as him with the size of his ego,” Peyton throws back.
The dig hurts, but I laugh it off.
“My ego isn’t the only thing big, baby. Want to feel for yourself?” I ask, cupping myself with my free hand.
