Winding my way through the second floor stacks, I find a little table nestled in the back of a corner. It might be seriously unmanly to admit that my heart actually skips a beat when I catch my first glimpse of her, but I don't give a rat's ass. I really don’t. And yeah, so maybe I’m whipped. So what?
I'd be willing to get whipped by that girl any day of the week. Yeah… you know it…
I smile- and you bet your damn ass it's the panty dropper smile. It's reserved solely for her now. And I'll give her that smile all day long.
Throwing my backpack onto the small wooden table between us, I slide onto the chair situated directly across from her before leaning forward until she's able to meet me half way. My lips slide slowly, leisurely across hers. And then I'm all but lost in the taste and feel of her. I'm not exactly sure how many heartbeats slip past. It could be thirty or three hundred. All I know is that I'll probably never get enough of her.
As she slowly pulls away from me, the edges of her incredibly kissable lips bow upwards into a sexy little smile. It's seriously enough to make me want to lean in and go for round two right here in the middle of the library. And yeah, I am schwinging something fierce over here.
Because you know what? Some things never change...
"So how did your psych exam go?"
A smile curves my lips heavenward because I'm feeling pretty damn smug right about now. "I think I aced it." I give her a little wink as I pull my thick tome of a biology book out of my bag. "And I owe it all to my tutor."
Eyes narrowing, she tilts her head to the side. Her long blond hair has been pulled up into a messy looking bun on the top of her head. Have I mentioned just how sexy this girl is? She totally gets me going. I'm sure I don't need to go through the whole downstairs, below the belt thing do I? Yeah, I didn't think so...
"Oh, is that right? Because I don't recall us actually studying for psychology last night."
My smile turns into more of a sly grin as my eyes grow hot. My mind tumbles back to last night and how much fun that was. "Oh, trust me, what we did helped out tremendously. I think we're gonna have to do some more of that kind of studying... you know, at least once a day..."
Her gaze skitters away as her cheeks fill with heat. But still... there's that sexy little smile curving her lips upwards.
Damn but she's adorable. Especially when she's all flushed and embarrassed.
As I stare, it's like I'm suddenly being hit over the head with a two by four because I still can't help but wonder, probably for the hundredth time now, how in the hell I ended up with someone like her.
Jordan is the most perfect girl in the whole freaking world and for some strange reason, she's in love with me just as much as I am with her. And trust me when I say that I am head over heels in love with her.
And to think that we almost didn't happen. That I was too damn busy running scared... Acting like a major wussy along with a few other choice names I shan't be mentioning. But don't worry because I know exactly what kind of a lucky bastard I am to have her in my life. I'm reminded of it every single time I gaze into her gorgeous goldish green cat-like eyes and find myself drowning within them.
After she moved away last November, we did everything we could to stay together. We Skyped, FaceTimed, and Snapchatted every single moment of the day. We texted. Then we kicked it old school and actually talked on the phone. She spent vacations with her aunt just so we could be together.
It wasn't easy. It sucked major ass being without her. But I knew it would be worth it in the end.
And knowing she wanted Boston College, I did my damnedest to get in as well. My fallback was to attend a nearby college in the area. Hopefully one where I could still play ball.
This is the part where I once again get down on my hands and knees and thank Coach Monroe and Ms. Fisk for harassing me into action.
Because somehow those two were able to make the impossible, possible.
And just between you and me, I think there might have been a little something-something going on between those two crazy kids. Yeah, I think I just threw up in my mouth as well. That is definitely one hell of a disturbing image that won't be vacating my head anytime soon...
Anyway... So, now I got in all, baby.
I got the college.
I got the ball.
And most importantly, I got the girl.
Yep, life is pretty damn sweet right now and I think it's only going to get better from here on out. With Jordan by my side, how could it not?
No, seriously...
~The end~
About the Author
Jennifer currently lives in Michigan with her husband, four kids, and dog, Rocky. After pursuing a bachelors in History, a masters degree in Educational Psychology, she spent five years working as a high school guidance counselor before relocating with her family to Michigan. Please contact Jennifer at [email protected].
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