I leaned my head
back and thought about the boy who was no longer really a boy.
Alex was a man.
And a tall, really
tall, one at that.
The moment I’d seen
him walk through the door, my heart had constricted. Painfully. It’d taken me a
second to catch my breath. I’d dreamed about him all through high school,
watched as he took one girl after another out around town.
I doubted he
remembered the girl working the popcorn counter at the theater, but every
weekend there was always a new girl on his arm, a new girl kissing him and
rubbing her horny little body all over his, and it was a miracle my teeth
hadn’t become filed points as much as I’d ground them together.
And maybe it
shouldn’t surprise me that he didn’t have a clue who I was; I no longer looked
even remotely similar to the girl who’d graduated valedictorian of J.J. Baines
High.
My fingers twitched
as I remembered the feel of his body in my fist. He was big, and so damn hard
my thighs had trembled.
Fire and static and
electricity and whatever other chemical combustion had detonated inside me. I’d
gone from zero to horny in two seconds the moment he’d walked in.
His hair had glinted
so many different shades of blond, from white to burnished bronze, and all I wanted to do was touch it, run my fingers through it, wondering all the while if it was as soft as it'd looked.
One look into eyes
that made me think of a sky right after a storm and I could no longer control myself.
SEPTEMBER 15TH!!
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