Page 12 of Heart of Gold
“I turned down a great opportunity for a mediocre one to be close to him at college this year.”
“Well that seems selfish of him. Why would he want you to do that?”
She shakes her head, embarrassed. “He didn’t know.”
I raise my brow, “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t tell him.” She sighs, “I wanted to be with him and felt that he had sacrificed enough for me already.”
I want her to elaborate, because now I’m obviously intrigued, but I’m unsure of how to keep asking questions without sounding creepy. So I don’t.
“Well, if you aren’t going to go with your sister, what are you going to do today?”
She flops down face first into the pillow and mutters what I think is “Sleep.”
I stare at the back of her shirt, basically burning it off of her with my glare.
She rolls over, still gripping the pillow, only her eyes peeking over the top, before pulling it down to speak and catching me by surprise.
“You want to hangout today?”
I point to myself, and look around behind me. “Me?”
She tosses the pillow at me playfully, “Yes, you Phoenix.”
I can’t help but crack a smile. Had I not acted like a nervous fool maybe she would’ve retained my actual name. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“What? Your incessant rambling?”
“Is that what it is?” I act shocked.
She laughs, “I’ve known you for five whole minutes and you have said more random shit than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not usually like that,” I argue. “Call it a ramble of passion.”
She snorts, “Like a crime of passion?”
“Do I look like a criminal?” I smirk.
She raises up on her knees and crawls to me on the bed, looking cute as hell.
“You do kind of have those crazy eyes,” she whispers, and her lips graze my ear lobe. When she backs away and her eyes lock with mine, I feel this insane urge to kiss her.
“Okay,” she grins, “maybe not criminal eyes. More like seat belt citation eyes.”
I roll over on top of her, causing her to squeal.
“I am way more dangerous than a seatbelt ticket.”
Her thigh is bare against my hip, and I imagine what it would feel like if I didn’t have my pants on, if her skin was touching mine.
“Yeah?” She questions, “Why do I feel like that is a huge lie?”
I use my forefinger to push the hair from her forehead to behind her ear,
“Because it is. I don’t get in trouble.”
“The golden child of the family, huh?”
