Sex God: You kissed my brother?
Shit.
First things first.
Me: Your brother kissed me. He was drunk. It was horrible.
Sex God: You didn't like kissing him?
Me: OMG! NO! And for the record, you are a WAY better kisser.
Sex God: Maybe I should come kiss you now. What are you wearing?
Me: PJ shorts and tank top. Still in bed.
Sex God: Heard that's what you wore to the party. White tank top with a leopard bra underneath. I was jealous at first, but I already saw that bra :) Me: Yeah, cuz you're naughty.
Sex God: Naw, cuz I'm good ;) You're coming to the football scrimmage, right? Watch me kick some ass?
Me: Of course. What time is it again?
Sex God: 3. Can I come over?
Me: Why?
Sex God: I wanna snuggle up with you. (Sure you do, Riley.) Me: I just woke up. I'm sure I look like shit.
Sex God: Doubtful. Go brush your teeth. I will be there in like 2 minutes.
Me: Make it 10 and if you wanna be really nice, bring us some coffee and muffins.
Sex God: Oh, I'm gonna be very nice...
Me: <3 and no.
I'm not sure what to say to Brooklyn. I really wish I could call Brooklyn and tell him all about whats been going on here. About the guys. Have him give me some more zen advice. But that would be pretty awkward. So I just say, Miss you too.
And I wanna see what Dallas has heard, so I reply.
Me: What'd you hear?
Dallas: Dawson kissed you. Dumped a girl off his lap, walked across the room, and attacked you kind of kiss. (I can so see that scene in my head and would love to see it in a TV show for real.) Me: Yeah, it was awful. I stopped it as quickly as I could.
Dallas: And what about Aiden?
Me: How do you know all this shit? (I love that Dallas knows everything. It fit his personality, but it wasn't until I was writing Kiss Me that I asked how he knows. Is it just because he's easy to talk to? It was then that I decided he was there for more than just an education and was also at Eastbrooke in order to remain safe.) Dallas: I also know Riley is buying you coffee and muffins as we speak.
Me: You are scaring me. How do you know about Aiden?
Dallas: Heard you kissed. Heard you got mad at him. Heard you were crying in the hall.
Me: He told you??
Dallas: Can't give up my sources.
Me: DID HE TELL YOU?? YES OR NO??!!!!
Dallas: No.
Me: He did kiss me, but he has decided he doesn't really like me.
Dallas: You sure about that?
Me: Yes. He kissed me. It was amazing. But that's all he did. No hands, no tongues, just a kiss. Well a couple kisses.
Dallas: Hmmm. Maybe he wants to take it slow.
Me: Only people who don't like you want to take it that slow. But I'm glad I know now. So I won't get my heart broken.
Dallas: Are you gonna hook up with Riley?
Me: Idk, probably, eventually, someday Dallas: You gonna hook up with me?
Me: Idk, probably, eventually, someday. (I actually wrote a scene where they did.) Dallas: <3 I get up, run to the bathroom, pee and brush my teeth quick, run my hands through my hair, and remove the mascara smudges from underneath my eyes. I'm just finishing when Riley knocks gently on the door. Katelyn is still asleep, so I run over to the door quickly and open it.
And there he is. Looking hot in a bright orange Polo rugby shirt and khaki cargo shorts.
"I think I'm a little underdressed," I say.
He hands me a tray of coffees and a bag of muffins. I walk over and set them on my nightstand. He follows me, grabs me, falls onto the bed with me, and immediately starts kissing me. Well.
"Hey, I need sustenance here."
He rolls on top of me, pins my arms above my head, and says, "I need something to sustain me too. God. You don't have a bra on."
"Oh shit. I forgot. I'm sorry."
He breaks out into a wide grin. "Oh, no. No apologies necessary. I like." He stares at my chest. "A lot."
"So, I need food, what do you need?"
"You. All of you."
"You have to feed me first."
"Beg."
"What?"
"I want you to beg for it."
I squint my eyes at him. He's a shit. But it's really hot.
"Please, feed me muffins and coffee." Then I lean up as far as I can and try to kiss him. He keeps my arms pinned down and moves his face back away from me.
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"Beg."
"Please," I whisper.
He smiles, leans down and kisses me.
Katelyn's voice interrupts us, "Not to interrupt, but um, is one of those coffees for me?"
This breaks the spell. A little anyways.
Riley slides off me, gets a blueberry muffin and a coffee and hands it to her. She says, "Hey, I'm gonna take this out to the common room and then shower. I, um, probably won't be back for at least an hour. See ya. Thanks for the muffin, Riley."
Riley jumps off the bed the second she walks out the door and locks it.
Then he walks back toward me, tossing his rugby on the floor. He has an extremely tan and buff chest.
He sits down on the edge of my bed and tries to take off my tank top.
I stop him.
"Okay, so here's the deal. Stuff spreads around here like freaking wildfire. So if we are gonna do stuff. You can't tell anyone about it."
"Why not?"
"Because I think this stuff is private. Like it's between you and me. No one else needs to know. Do you agree?"
"Maybe."
"Look, people are always going to believe the worst, regardless of what you tell them.
You tell someone we hung out, they will assume we made out, or had sex. Tell them me, you, and Dallas hung out, they'll assume we had a threesome, despite our protests.
"Less is more. The less you say, the more they will think."
He ponders this for a second, says, "You're right, and you seriously need to be wearing less."
But I don't let him pull off my tank top just yet. But I'm seriously considering it.
"So do we have a deal?"
"Yeah we do, so what's it gonna be?" he asks, digging around in the muffin bag. "Blueberry muffin or cinnamon pound cake?"
"Pound cake, please."
He puts little bites of poundcake in my mouth. I'm opening my mouth, letting him feed me. Letting him stop feeding me to kiss me.
Pretty soon the cake is gone.
And he's kissing me and running his hands all over me. Still on top of my clothes though. And I don't know why, but part of me is thinking, what the heck? Why not? I seriously consider undoing his shorts, I sort of graze the top of his shorts, like by the button, with my hand. But just as I am going to pull my hand away because I have decided not to do something like that, he grabs my hand, pushes it up against his stomach.
I think he thought I was going to do that. (Riley + Keatyn? Naw. Riley + Jillian. Hell yeah.) "I thought about it, I wasn't going to," I tell him.
"Oh, you were going to, but we're not having sex. Yet."
"I didn't really want to, but I think you do."
"Naw, I decided I'm gonna make you wait."
And I'm both sad and glad he does.
And really, it just makes me want him more.
Why couldn't the hottie do this?
Shake my pompoms, shake my ass.
3pm.
Standing at the football scrimmage in a teeny red skirt with yellow and gold glitter stripes down the side. The waist of the skirt looks like football pants, complete with yellow drawstrings. The top of my dance uniform is half a top, going down to barely cover my boobs. It is V-neck, also looks like a modified, sexified football jersey. And the "briefs" we wear under the skirt, are gold glitter thongs, okay they are bigger than thongs but still, they do not cover much up. As in when I dance, you can see my ass cheeks, well part of them anyways. And I practically lived in a bikini, but when you are in a bikini and everyone else is in pads and a full uniform, you feel nakedish. (I had so much fun designing their dance costumes!) No wonder all the boys are gaga over the dance team. I'm out here practically naked!
Peyton comes to stand next to me. "So I heard you kissed Dawes at the party last night. And my brother."
"Dawson kissed me, and it was only for a second. I mean I stopped it very quick, but it was awful. Messy, like my Worst Kiss Ever. I heard you dated him. Did he always kiss bad?"
She sighs. "No. He was super drunk. Probably why he's playing so bad today. He's very hungover." She points out at the field, where Dawson is struggling at quarterback. "He's a good kisser. Amazing at everything. And we did date the past couple of years, but he cheated on me last year, and then lied about it." (What? No way. Dawson is not a cheater! Which I figured out once he and Keatie were so cute together.) "I heard he was drunk. Didn't really know what he was doing."
"Yeah, and we'd just had a huge fight on top of it. I know I like pushed him over the edge, so it's partly my fault. I don't know. Part of me will always love him, but I can't be with him. I don't trust him anymore. How do you know all this?"
"Stuff gets around really fast here. Like gossip, rumors. Plus, quiet, cute little Dallas hears EVERYTHING!" (What is with the capital letters? Don't shout at us, Keatyn.) "It does. My brother kinda has a thing for you, you know?"
"No. He doesn't. He kinda did, maybe, like on the ferris wheel and like with the clover, but last night he decided that I'm not it."
"What do you mean?"