Page 45 of Risky Little Affair
Still, I can’t help but think about the way he looks at me. He makes me feel beautiful. The way his gray eyes darken with lust when we’re alone. The feel of my hand in his. The gentle way his fingers skim my body as he thrusts inside of me.
It’s just sex.
We have rules.
As long as we stick to the rules, no one gets hurt.
It’s like a one-night stand over and over again.
No attachments.
No one needs to know what’s going on between us.
If it happens to work out that we keep this up for a while longer, great. If not, I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
Now I’m lying to myself. Because I’d be devastated if whatever this thing is between us ended right now. I can’t even begin to imagine how I’ll feel if we keep this up for a few more weeks. What about months?
My phone buzzes in my bag, keeping me from falling further down the dark path my thoughts were headed.
Of course, it’s Micah. I haven’t responded to any of the other messages he sent me last night or this morning. Not that I’m technically avoiding him. If I hadn’t been rushing to get to class, I would have text him back.
MICAH: You look beautiful today even though you’re not smiling.
I pulled out the first two oversized pieces of clothing I could find this morning. Cropped gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt. My hair is pulled up in a ponytail and my face is free of any trace of makeup. If this is what he thinks is beautiful, he may want to have his eyesight checked.
Realization smacks me across the face, my eyes darting left and right in search of him. Before I can locate him, my phone buzzes in my hand, alerting me to another text.
MICAH: Behind you.
Turning on the bench, I spot Micah leaning next to the entrance to my dorm. There’s a shit-eating grin on his face that warms my heart and sends a shiver up my spine, even though it’s close to ninety degrees today and I have a sheen of sweat on my forehead.
He pushes off the building, and I watch as he gracefully strolls over to where I’m seated, his eyes never leaving mine.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
He extends his hand to me to help me stand. “I came to apologize,” he confesses as I place my palm in his.
“For what?”
He doesn’t answer right away, tugging me up and straight into his arms. I resist the urge to push away from him knowing there are students lingering around. Watching. Girls potentially staring at Micah. Guys wondering what he’s doing with someone like me. Judging us without knowing the situation.
I resist only because when his lips gently graze mine, the world around us fades. Nothing else matters but him and me. The way he makes me feel. His warm embrace.
Everything is perfect. Even if only for a second.
As soon as he pulls back, the world comes crashing down around us.
“There you are,” I hear Piper exclaim. “I was getting worried, but now I see I shouldn’t have been.”
Stepping out of Micah’s arms, I turn to find my roommate smirking at us. She’s fresh out of the shower, hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, wearing only short running shorts that show off her long, lean legs and a tank top.
“Sorry. I was just enjoying the sunshine and then this guy showed up,” I explain.
“Right. Because you’re not sweating your ass off in those pants,” she notes, pointing toward the sweats I put on with amusement.
“Mind if I steal her away?” Micah asks as he steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.