Page 24 of Such A Good Guy

I felt desperate to know.

She gave Adrian a little slap upside the head and then bent down to the bill with her pencil.

“Bitch,” he said, reaching forward to give her a return slap.

Without even thinking about it, my hand darted out to grab his arm.

“Don’t touch her.”

Adrian looked at me, a little disgruntled.

“I wasn’t going tohurther, man.”

“Don’t do thateverfucking again,” I repeated.

Luna was ignoring us, then she glanced up at me as she flicked the paper across the table.

“$19.50, that’s your portion. I added a tip, if that’s all right. What do you usually tip?”

My tongue seemed glued to the roof of my mouth. Usually I just paid whatever Adrian said to. I looked down at the bill. It gave an option of 18, 25, and 30%.

“50%,” I said.

Her face broke out into a smile, two dimples appearing in her cheeks, and her dark brown eyes danced at me.

What colors were in her eyes?I thought I saw intoxicating little flashes of gold there. My cock was starting to pulse, and I knew if I didn’t get control of myself I was going to cum in my pants.

But the way she looked at me.

I wanted more of that. A lot more.

It was easy to get an invitation to stay over at their parents’ house for Christmas break. They were well-off, her parents barely interested in their kids, the whole place managed by a housekeeper.

Wherever I went, women Adrian wanted to fuck followed, so he eagerly said yes when I asked if it would be ok.

But it wasn’t so much a question. I knew I was going to do anything to get near Luna, have her look at me like that again.

Luke invited other friends over, but when they all cracked beers and went out to the hot tub, I went looking for Luna.

My whole body was buzzing as I found her in the den, curled up in a blanket and taking notes in her textbook.

Standing behind the couch, so she couldn’t see how my cock hardened in my pants, I asked,

“Want to watch something? What about Pride and Prejudice?”

“Youwant to watch that?” she asked, looking up at me with her nose wrinkled so adorably that I tightened my fists so hard my nails cut through the skin.

“It’s my favorite movie too,” I said.

And that began a yearly tradition of Luna and I watching it together at Christmas.

And everything she said, I listened to.

I read that goddamn book and every other book Jane Austen wrote, multiple times, trying to decode the secret of what would make Luna smile at me.

I had already found it useful to smile at people. If I wanted something, smiling at someone, being charming to them, was the way to get it.

But with Luna, I didn’t have to pretend to smile. There was something about her, the way she was quieter, more introverted, smart and practical.

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