Page 32 of Pucking Grey

Funny.

Sexy.

Different.

Her abs are prominent when she laughs. She lights up a room wherever she goes. And she doesn’t know her beauty – it’s not her weapon. The more I’m around her, the more I think about grabbing her neck and kissing her again. I want to drive myself deep into her perfect fucking body. And it makes me fucking smile to know she never fucked Matt. Good for him. Not that I want to do that with her, really. I’m okay with that boundary. Because she didn’t sleep with her boyfriend, I can’t expect her to ever sleep with me. Kissing me that night was out of pure vengeance for Matt, so I’ll let that fucking slide. I will not hold that against her. However, I would hold other things against her if she begged me to.

This is why I need her to move in with me.

She’s good for me.

I won’t cross any line with her because I’m no good for her.

We’re sitting in silence as we drive to her place. I can tell she’s had too much to drink, so I say, “We can reschedule if – ”

“Just drive the car, Grey,” she seethes. “You are not winning.”

When we get to her place, I follow her into her house. “Are you following me into my room?” she sasses as she takes the first step of the stairs.

“I am.”

She hesitates for a moment and then we proceed up the steps.

We’re inside her bedroom. The ice skates are on the wall for grabbing. When I notice them, I grab them off the wall.

“These are cute,” I say, checking out the girly details of these vintage skates.

She glances over at them, her eyes lighting up. “My mom gave them to me. She said they were her lucky skates. The first time she wore them, she met my dad.”

“Vintage with a story,” I say, smelling them.

“What the hell are you doing?” she laughs, yanking them out of my hands.

“Just making sure I’m not about to live with someone who doesn’t shower.”

Her eyes are big as she stares at me. “Excuse me, I would be staying in your bed. Doyoushower?”

I chuckle, knowing I deserve that one.

“I have to wash your sheets,” she says, putting the skates on her bed and searching her closet for something. “IfI’m staying there.”

“You are,” I state.

“Oh my god, I can’t begin to imagine who you bring to your bed. I am going to win tonight, and you’ll be abstinent for a month.”

“I’ll be abstinent either way,” I say, hinting that I won’t lay a finger on her. Not even a single touch.

She shuffles through her closet, finally finding what she’s looking for. And then she sprays herself with perfume. Every bit of me lights up at the exotic fruit scent in the air.

She smiles. “You will be, won’t you? Unless you sleep with me.”

I shake my head.

“Which is not happening,” she states. “I’m making that clear right now.”

“Not like I want to, bunny,” I grin at her, feeding her back the bullshit she’s feeding me.

“Perfect.” She’s offended, but it’s okay. I haven’t had a female relationship before her. She’s got herself wrapped in with me, and yet, she has no idea what I’m about. I have no mom, barely a dad, a fucked up blackmail deal to get me into this college, and yet, I’m here with Madison Wilder, calling her bunny. She has no clue that I don’t fucking talk to women. They use me for everything that I am. I’m the best combination for a fuckboy. A one-night stand and that is all.

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