Page 6 of Make You Love Me

She lowers her chin and nods, still embarrassed, “It is but that was a weird thing for me to say. You just smell so damn good. I can’t think straight.”

I gently tap my knuckle under her chin to gesture for her to look up at me. “Don’t hide from me or hold back what’s on your mind. I like that about you, you don’t seem to have a fake bone in your body.”

She chuckles, but it’s more sadistic this time. “Well, you haven’t seen me being paraded around by my awful grandmother yet.”

I walk to my room and gesture for her to follow me. “How the hell could anyone mistreat you?”

She shrugs her shoulders with a smirk. “I know, right?”

I go over to my dresser and grab some clothes. “Go ahead and change.” She hesitates for a moment before reaching for the pile. “You have me looking forward to seeing you in my clothes, so you can’t let me down now.” I hand her the clothes and nod my head towards the ensuite bathroom.

Lottie hands her phone to me, unlocked, and says in an unsure voice, “Thank you. While I change, would you mind adding your number?” I grab her phone with a smile, and she continues, a smile now spreading across her face, “I’m having a lot of fun and don’t have many friends in Nori Beach. Most people here are stuck-up assholes. Since it doesn’t seem like you’re one of them, and we’re both here for the summer, I just figured we could hang out again.”

Friend-Zoned... for now.

I don’t respond, just do as she says and add my info to her phone. Shooting myself a text because I’m not leaving the ball in her court. I want to see her again.

As she’s coming out of the bathroom, I notice she has a text. Handing her the phone, I say, “Jonathan texted you.” I try not to sound agitated because I have no right and I don’t even know who he is.

She opens the message and reads it to herself as she lets out a little gasp. Her face immediately changes, and her entire body deflates.

“Ughhh speaking of awful assholes. Why I put up with this shit is beyond me.”

“Who is he, and where can I find him?” She looks at me, confused. I clarify, “So I can kick his ass for putting that look on your face?”

That puts a small smile back on her face. “Glad to know you’re the guy to call if I need a body buried, but no, don’t worry about it, he’s no one. No big deal.”

I soften my voice. “Tell me Lottie. What did he say?”

Lottie looks at me curiously but gives me her phone.

Jonathan:Seriously, Lottie you look like such a disgrace. What were you thinking? I thought you were going to a beach party, not a plus-sized party at the playboy mansion. Cover yourself up. You look like a slut.

My blood is boiling. I scroll up to see what she sent him before he responded.

When I look at the picture, so many emotions hit me. One—jealousy that she sent this picture to that motherfucker. Two—lust because damn, this girl is Fine with a capital F. Third—rage. Homeboy really does want to die.

I gather my thoughts together to speak because I can’t imagine how she must feel after receiving a text like that, even if it is complete bullshit. She looks so defeated right now, withdrawn, with her chin down in embarrassment.

“Chin up Babygirl.” Using my knuckle again, I’m going to fix that chin-down problem.

“I would ask who he is again, but honestly, it doesn’t matter because there is no excuse for how he just responded to you. Fuck that dude, seriously, Lottie. If I was lucky enough to get a picture like that from you, that definitely wouldn’t be how I’d respond.”

She swallows before saying, “How would you respond?”

I’m not holding back because damn it, I want this girl so badly, and I want her to know it.

“You look sexy as fuck, and I bet every dude that saw you in that costume wishes they had you. But guess what, they can’t have you because you are MINE, at least right now you are.”

She stares at me with her mouth slightly open in shock at my forwardness. “I wish I was the lucky motherfucker who you thought of when sending that picture. Then, I could tell you how badly I want to put my face right between those perfect tits of yours and lick every exposed inch of you before ripping that bunny suit off and getting to what I really want... that sweet pussy of yours.”

She gasps. “Oh, wow.”

Dropping her phone to my bed, I grab her by the waist and pull her towards me so she can feel what my imagination is doing to me. There is no resistance on her end, only rapid breathing and blown-out pupils.

Friend-Zoned my ass.

“I’ve had all night to think about it. Ever since the moment I saw you walk onto that dance floor, my imagination has been running wild with the things I want to do to you and this tempting body of yours. Now that I’ve gotten to know you a little more, my want... no, my need for you has only increased.”

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