Libby let out a nervous laugh. “Please, Luke. Don’t play stupid. I’m tired of this. I’m done.”
Turning on her heels, Libby headed back toward the tent. I so desperately wanted to go after her. I started after her before I stopped myself. She deserved someone who would never hurt her.
“I found someone who wants more than friendship.”
I WALKED ACROSS campus in a daze. Every time I saw Libby with Zach, I felt sick to my stomach. This morning had been no different. Seeing the two of them walking together holding hands caused me to turn in the opposite direction and walk further than I needed to go. Thank God there were only a few more days left and the semester would be over.
Walking in, I shut the door and called out for Will.
I threw my backpack down on the sofa. Walking to the kitchen, I ran my hand through my hair and let out a sigh. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out. I had a text message from my old girlfriend, Karen.
Karen: Hey there stranger. You up for pizza tonight?
Me: Sure. Where at?
Karen: Luigis? They’ve got live Jazz tonight.
Me: Meet you there at six.
Karen: Looking forward to it.
I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. Twisting the cap off, I tossed it onto the counter and made my way into the living room. I wasn’t sure why Karen wanted to meet for pizza, other than to catch up. We had kept in touch and spoke once or twice every few months. Reaching down and grabbing my backpack, I threw it on the floor. I sunk down into the cushions and turned on the television.
I downed my beer and set it on the coffee table and leaned
back. Closing my eyes, I thought back to the last night of Christmas break, when Libby and I ended up alone together in my barn.
THE MOMENT I smelled her perfume, I stopped moving. I turned and looked at Libby standing in the middle of the barn. I began walking out of the stall when she held her hand up. She started laughing and I knew she was drunk.
“Lib? Have you been drinking?”
She nodded her head and stumbled. I dropped the rake and quickly reached out and caught her. I pulled her into my arms and helped her to stand straight.
“Don’t let go of me, Luke,” Libby said as she looked into my eyes.
I smiled and shook my head. “Lib, where have you been?”
She tilted her head and bit down on her lip, causing my dick to jump in my pants. “I’s been drinking with Meg. We were drownin’ our sorrows with Jack.”
I nodded my head. “Baby, you’re gonna be drowning in a hangover come tomorrow.”
Her eyes lit up and she took a step forward, causing me to take a step back. “Why do you call me baby?”
“Um …” I looked around. Where the hell is Grace? “I won’t if you don’t like it, Lib.” Libby’s eyes lit up, even through the drunken haze, I could see her desire for me.
Libby stopped right in front of me. “I like it, Luke. A lot. More than I should. Just like I like you more than I should.” Her eyes moved up and down my body and I was cursing myself for the thoughts I was having. I slowly licked my lips as Libby’s eyes drifted back to mine.
The moment she placed her hand on me, my heart felt like it slammed against my chest. “Do you know what I want, Luke?”
Swallowing hard, I whispered, “A cup of coffee and some aspirin?”
Libby giggled and shook her head fast. “Nope!” she said popping the p. Moving my eyes down her body, I took in every inch of her. Those short blue jean shorts were begging for me to peel them off of her. I could see her hard nipples through the old Mason High T-shirt she had on. Her beautiful blonde hair was down with just the sides pulled back. “I want you, Luke. Since I could remember, I’ve always wanted you. I saved myself for you. Do you know that?”
Closing my eyes, I let out a moan as she pushed her body against mine. I opened my eyes and looked down at her lips. She smiled wide. “You want me, too. I feel your dick pressing against me, Luke.”
“Libby …” I whispered as I placed my hands on her hips. “Not like this, Lib. Not like this.”
Her hand moved up as it pushed through my hair. She grabbed a handful of my hair and leaned up on her toes. “Kiss me, Luke. Please kiss me. I want to remember what you taste like.”