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Little Dove:Why would you want that?
Me:Because I want to watch you.
Me:Without you knowing I’m watching you.
Me:I want to follow you around, see everything you do. Maybe pull you into a dark room and have my way with you.
If anything will get her to a party, it’ll be that.
The little bubbles dance, and I finish my beer as I stare at my screen.
Little Dove:Can I bring someone with me?
Me:Your friend?
Little Dove:Yes.
Me:If it’ll make you feel better.
Little Dove:When and where?
“Man, stop looking at your phone like that.”
“Like what?” I say, shoving it into my pocket.
“Like your girl is sending you nudes.”
I bark out a laugh, taking the joint I’m offered.
Some dumb guy with jorts and a bucket hat has brought a hose over by the girls and is prepared to spray them. They’re jumping up and down, some rubbing their tits.
All I can think about is Sailor being up there, only she would never do something like that. Maybe privately, just for me. If I asked her to go into her shower and do it, she would. She’ll do anything I ask of her and that’s the hottest thing yet. I didn’t think I’d be so into it, but it’s hitting me hard right in the chest.
Girls like Mindy are too easy. She’d do everything I ask her to too, but she’d also do whatever anyone else asks of her.
Sailor wouldn’t. She only does this for me. That’s what I like about it.
It’s so fucked. Not her, but me. The way I feel about her. The way I can’t stop thinking about her. The way I want to fucking ruin her so she can never let me go.
Yeah, I’m so fucked for this girl it’s not even funny.
Chapter Forty-Five
Sailor
Mid-terms are coming up soon, so I’m staying late in the library to study. JT and I have still been talking every day, but we haven’t met up again.
I’m in the far back of the library, looking for a book that is supposed to be here, but I can’t find. The librarian told me no one had taken it out, but I don’t see it on the shelf. I even glanced around the tables to see if someone was using it but didn’t find it. So, I keep looking, thinking someone put it back in the wrong spot. I think I see it, up higher than I can reach. But still I try. I step onto the first shelf, just inches off the ground, grip onto the highest shelf I can reach, then reach up to grab it. My fingers are just brushing the spine when a hand comes around my mouth and an arm around my waist. I gasp, but it’s silent because of the hand covering my mouth.
“Perfect day to wear a skirt, don’t you think?” is whispered into my ear.
My eyes widen, my breathing picking up as what this means goes through my head. His spicy, musky scent fills the air around me and my eyes want to close.
JT pushes against my ass, and I feel his hard length against me. He can’t possibly think that we’re going to do this here, can he? Of course not. He’s not that crazy.
“You’re going to stay quiet, little dove, or we’ll both be fucked—and not in a good way.”
His hand tightens around my mouth, pulling my head against his chest as his other hand slides down my back to go between us and work on his button and fly.
