“Well, looks like someone wants to come out and play.”
Fuck. This girl was the last person I wanted to mess around with, but it had been so damn long.
I took a step back as I pulled her hand out of my pants.
“Thanks, but no thanks. Like I said, I need to get to class.”
Folding her arms across her chest, she pouted. If she only knew it didn’t make her any more attractive when she did that.
“Gunner, what is it going to take to get you to have sex with me?”
“A lot of alcohol.”
As I walked around her and headed to the bat
hroom, I heard her whisper, “Asshole.”
It was a dick move, but one I hoped would keep her at an arm’s distance from me. At least until she got the urge to try again.
The second the hot water hit my face, I closed my eyes. I willed the girl from my dreams to come back to my memory, but she was gone. I wish the aching in my chest had vanished along with her.
Chapter Three – Jeff
Kenzie was cute. Very cute. And boring as hell.
It was our second date, and if she talked to me anymore about environmental science, I was positive I was going to fall asleep.
“So this was fun. Want to go for a walk around Town Lake?” she asked.
I smiled. “I can’t; I’ve got something I need to do. Volunteer work.”
She nodded. “Dinner?”
“Owe Gunner a favor and have to coach some little kid in baseball tonight.”
“You play baseball too?”
I laughed. “Not for UT; I used to in high school. Football was my number one thing.”
“I hate football.”
My feet stumbled back a few steps. “Excuse me? How can you hate football?”
With a shrug, she replied, “It’s boring.”
Laughing, I almost told her environmental science was boring.
We both stared down at the ground. “Are you sure you can’t do dinner? Maybe even a little bit of, I don’t know, dessert afterward?”
Christ, how did I get myself into this?
I liked this girl the other day when she was sitting at my kitchen counter with her short little miniskirt on and innocent ponytail in her hair. I had it in my mind I wanted her. Even pictured taking her with that damn skirt up around her waist. After one date, I knew what I wanted wasn’t Kenzie. It was the girl who has been playing with my heart since she was ten fucking years old. The one who has a smile so damn big it makes my heart literally feel like it might burst from my chest when I see it. The one who I can never have because she was my sister’s best friend . . . and the only woman I’d ever truly wanted to give my heart to but couldn’t for fear she’d reject me and we’d lose the stupid-ass, weird friendship we had. The same damn girl I was fixin’ to go stalk.
“I wish I could, but I really do need to be at the animal shelter.”
She stared at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. I was giving up pussy to go hang out with dogs and clean up their shit, all for the chance to see her.
How fucking sick am I? I volunteer at the animal shelter because I know how much she loves dogs, and I get to see her twice a week without her even knowing.