Page 10 of Fervency Love

“Elsa,” I mutter.

“Yes, Elsa. You know her?”

“Not too well, but she sometimes hangs around.”

“Well, her stories didn’t exactly paint you in a good light. According to her, you’re not the nice guy type.”

“Interesting theory. And what type do you think I am?”

“I think you’re the type that hides a good, well-mannered boy with a big heart under a mask of unattainability and naughtiness.”

Her reply takes me by surprise. I’ve never thought of myself that way.

“Don’t worry,” she adds. “I’m not afraid of you. I trust you.”

Those words are music to my ears. Balm for my soul.

When we reach the door of her apartment, she leaves me outside for a moment, returning in a pair of noticeably small shorts. It’s getting cramped in my pants at the sight. She’s perfect. I don’t get to enjoy the view, as a moment later the elevator stops, and Nikki steps out. Abbs asks her to come in and wait.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going then.”

I take a step forward and prop my arms on the wall on both sides of Abbs’ head. I’m trembling inside. What’s happening to me? I lean in closer to kiss her, but she withdraws.

“Not even a smooch?” I ask, disappointed.

“No. Not yet. But thank you for today!” She swings around and disappears behind the door, leaving me alone in shock.

And to think this was supposed to only be a bet. Philip and I bet on who would be the first one to bring one of the girls to the Den and screw her there. The boys wanted to prove to me she was a nympho. Somehow, from the very beginning, I knew they had it wrong. Anyway, she has been my obsession from the get-go. A challenge. I thought I would conquer her and score that little slut, as they used to call her.

That night, it all became clear. They were wrong, and I knew now that the challenge wasn’t about bringing her to the Den.

I felt with my entire being that she wanted me back on the bus, that she wanted to kiss me. Oh, God, how I wanted the same thing! But she held back. You’d think after a couple of drinks a girl would lose her inhibitions. Not her. She refused me for the second time in the end. I would have kissed her if she’d given me the green light. That’s the specific moment I realized she had to be mine. She’s so incredible, funny, smart, and beautiful. That she refused me only turned me on. And when she showed me her wonderfully juicy, round ass, I got hard instantly. I couldn’t do anything.

On my way back, I conclude that I should drop by the Den again, see what the guys are up to. Well, it turns out they are up to their noses in speed, so we do some and go to Edge Vibe. They don’t ask me about the date. Only Max and Stanley knew about it. Shit, so many girls left and right, one better than the other, but I have no interest in any of them. The only one in my head is her. Weird. I’ve never felt this way before. An interesting thing to feel.

Chapter 6

Connor

Days keep on passing, and I still can’t get her out of my head. I replay our conversation from the pub like a broken record. Why would such a small creature take up so much space in my head? Finally, I come up with an idea. I go to Stan.

“What brings you here, dude?” he asks.

“You know what. You got a PC with internet access?”

“Sure thing.”

“Then boot up the chat. You said Abby likes to hang around there. Maybe she’s there today. You know her nick?”

“Julliett.”

Right. Like Romeo and Juliet,I think and roll my eyes.

“And?” I ask.

“Hey, there she is, Connor. It’s your lucky day.”

“Ask her about the date.”

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