Page 15 of Never Gonna Lie
Drew doesn’t even bother looking up as he says, “Bring me back a sandwich, will ya?”
Stepping into the kitchen, I set about making some food and grab a soda from the fridge. Once I’ve got everything, I stroll out into the backyard, placing everything down on the patio table. I go to sit when I hear splashing from the outside pool. With my curiosity piqued, I go and check just to make sure no one’s drowning.
What I see, though, has my jaw hitting the deck. I timed it just right as Raven starts climbing up the steps of the pool, looking like a redheaded version of Ursula Andress from the James Bond filmDr. No. My teenage self never forgot her after watching it one Sunday afternoon. I found pictures of her online and had them plastered all over the walls in my bedroom.
So fuck me, if my dick doesn’t harden at the sight of Raven’s white bikini clinging to her ass and tits, her nipples poking through from the chill in the air. Water pours off her curves as she strolls over to the deckchair, grabbing a towel and wiping herself down.
Christ, I’ve never wanted to be a towel so much.
Fuck! No! Bad, James.
I mentally slap myself but continue staring. I massively fuck up when a groan leaves me as she bends over to dry her legs.
Raven stands up, her eyes wide as she holds the towel against her body. “Shit, James. You scared me.” Wrapping herself up, she continues, a smirk on her face. “Stalker much?”
Chapter Eleven
RAVEN
Stalker much? Raven, why? That sounds so creepy.
I have officially lost my damn mind.Who says stuff like that? I internally cringe. Oh god, he’s going to think I’m such a loser now.
Breathe, Raven, breathe.
This is what happens when I try and come off as confident—I make myself sound like an idiot.
James obviously likes it, though, as he barks out a laugh. “Something like that.”
Wait! He’s stalking me? He doesn’t think I’m weird? Okay, that’s hot.
“Isn’t it a bit cold to be swimming?” he asks, his steps slow and purposeful as he moves closer. His black T-shirt and shorts cling to every inch of him as usual.
I smirk. “The pool’s heated.” He knows this; he’s been here enough times.
“I knew that,” he jokes, giving me his megawatt smile that has me quaking at the knees.
I decided last night that if James is going to be here for the whole weekend, I might as well enjoy it while I can. It’s not very often that I get him on his own like this. The night of my birthday was a hard pill to swallow, but I need to get over it at some point, right?
James sits on the deckchair that’s next to me, lying his body down, putting his hands behind his head, and crossing his ankles. “How’s school?”
Sitting down on my own chair, my towel forgotten on the edge, I sigh. “Hard. I don’t know if it’s this specific assignment, but I’m struggling.” I shrug as I lie down and turn my head toward him. “I’ve never been good with written work.”
James turns his head toward me, his eyes darkening as he takes me in.
Is he checking me out?
I’ve never thought I was particularly attractive. Bright red hair wasn’t something boys at school were ever attracted to. My curves filled out as I hit puberty, giving me an hourglass figure that’s a bitch to get jeans to fit right—they’re either too tight at the top and fit everywhere else, or too loose—but that’s it. Nothing special. Nothing noteworthy.
But the way that James is looking at me now? It’s like he wants to devour me whole.
Confidence that I didn’t know I had, floods through me as I lace my fingers together and stretch my arms above my head, my white bikini straining against my C cups, and riding up ever so slightly. I bring my left knee up and drop it to the side. James’s gaze lands on the small patch of fabric covering my intimate area, and I watch as he swallows. Hard.
His gaze continues to wander across my body, and the hairs on my arms raise. A thrill runs through me knowing that he’s just as affected by me as I am by him. After the kiss, I’d lost all hope, especially when he kept insisting it was a mistake. It wasn’t a mistake. I refuse to accept that it was. The way my body lit up at his touch? The way I felt him on my lips for days after? There’s absolutely no way it could’ve been classed as a mistake.
I’d do anything to get that feeling back, but I want it withhim.
I’m not the type of girl to beg, to chase. But I’m now wondering if with the right push, he might break. An idea forms in my head, and I don’t know whether I’m crazy or pathetic, but as my dad always says, “If you don’t ask, you don’t get.”
