Page 6 of More Than Chemical
I nodded. Who could forget? It had been freezing. The entire dorm had been stuck outside for what had seemed like eternity.
“That’s the first time I saw you. You had the periodic table wrapped around you.”
I sucked in a breath.
He’d noticed my quilt. The one I’d found on Etsy.
“You are beautiful.” He exhaled against my face.
My heart fluttered. My legs went weak. Seriously. He couldn’t be real.
His forehead touched mine. “Dance with me.”
My mind screamed to break free. He was nothing but bad news.
But I couldn’t help myself. My arms slid around his neck. My breasts pressed against his solid chest. They feltrightthere. Like they belonged.
We moved together. Barely, but it felt much better being in his stable arms than having to keep myself upright among the spinning lights.
The next thing I knew, we were kissing. It was the wettest, hottest kiss I’d ever had. And when I said wet, I meant not just from saliva. My panties had turned slick. I wanted him to use those masterful fingers of his and explore parts of me.
“Ade.” I heard a voice. Distant. As if far off in an echoing cave. “Adriana.” Someone pulled on my belt loop, and it wasn’t Texas. “We have to go.”
The kissing stopped. His eyes sparkled. The blue hat was still turned around.
I looked around. We were in the center of the room, and the lights were on.
That gossipy girl who worked at the front desk in our dorm pointed at me and whispered to another girl.
Emma was next to me, pleading. Lines creased her forehead. “We have to go now.”
I looked back at Texas. Oh God. What was I doing?
He flashed me a grin. “Nice to meet you, Adriana.”
Emma dragged me to the front door and out onto the stoop.
Priya stood at the base of the stairs looking tipsy. To her side, a guy was puking into a snowdrift.
Emma marched us to the street and down the shoveled sidewalk to the stop sign. “Do you have any idea who you were just making out with, Ade?”
I bit my lip, but I could hardly feel it. I wasn’t that drunk, was I? Priya might be, but not me.
“You kissssed someone?” Priya spent much too long pronouncing the esses.
“Am I the only one who’s sober here?” Emma’s tone had grown harsh. She pulled us along.
“Thank you,” I said to Emma as I concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other. “I owe you big-time.”
“Who did you kissss, Ade?” Priya asked again.
My face turned hot. I didn’t want to say his name. It was too humiliating.
“Ade?” Priya stopped and swayed.
“Oh, for God’s sake.” Emma glanced at Priya. “It was that guy we were talking about this morning. Dallas.”
I put a hand to my head. I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t like I hadn’t known who he was.
