Page 8 of Forever Yours
She doesn’t need to try to get my attention. She always has it. -Liam
Liam
Sophie moves her ass on the seat next to me again. My dick, unfortunately, is in tune with every tiny movement she makes next to me. He’s been excited to see her since our eyes met at the beginning of class.
I barely know what the professor is saying, and that’s definitely a bad thing. I fucking hate physics, and that’s putting it mildly. Give me a diagram of the human body, and I’m in my zone. Give me some theory about movement, and I have no idea what’s going on. This is Sophie’s jam, not mine.
I plan on getting drafted into the NFL, but if it doesn’t happen or I have an injury, I want to have something else as backup. Being a doctor has always been my dream, even though academics isn’t my strongest point. I have dyslexia and school was difficult until I was about fifteen. Oddly enough, it’s Sophie that pushed for me to get tested for learning disabilities. She told her mom that I was having trouble in school. Sophie had been reading up on it and determined that I was dyslexic. She was twelve years old, but she knew what was wrong with me before I did. That’s how stinkin’ smart my girl is.
I sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye at Sophie again. That skirt she has on is going to be the death of me. A couple more inches and I’ll be able to see her panties. I wonder if they’re lacy again. I wonder if there’s a wet patch where her pussy is because she’s thinking of me. My cock is barely restrained in my jeans now. How the hell am I going to get up at the end of class?
When Sophie didn’t respond to me, I knew for sure that she remembered what she said Friday night. Part of me was chicken shit and was hoping she had no memory of it, so that we could just go on pretending that those words weren’t spoken. The other part of me wants to explore this attraction and make her mine.
I had the whole weekend to think and that’s all I did. Even practice on Saturday couldn’t distract me.I need you, Liam. I love you so much.Those words, coming from Sophie’s mouth, haunted me.
Maybe she doesn’t really love me? Maybe she only thinks she does because I’ve been around for so long. She has a crush, right? Crushes are easy to get over. I can be an incredible douche to her, and maybe she’ll get over it. I can’t encourage her. I’ll never be good enough for sweet Sophie, not to mention what her brother would say about it.
But, what about the way I feel around her though? Can I always ignore this need to have her, to make her mine? Can I stop my dick from twitching every time she looks at me?
I look around the room. I spot a couple of guys checking out Sophie, even though she’s paying rapt attention to the professor, just like I should be. What if some other guy comes along? I tighten my fists. The thought of her with anyone else has anger clawing at my throat.
By the end of the class, I’ve taken exactly zero notes and I have no idea what has happened in the class.
Sophie stands up and slings her backpack over her shoulder. I follow behind her as she walks down the stairs and out into the hallway. I watch the subtle sway of her hips and imagine those legs wrapped around me. I lick my lips.Remember Liam, you’re not good enough for her. You’ll never be good enough for her.
She stops suddenly and turns around to study me. I cross my arms.
“So, what do you have to say? What did you want to talk about?” Her cheeks are pink, and she sounds a little breathless. She chews on her lower lip and grasps tightly onto the straps of her backpack.
I raise an eyebrow at her irritated tone. “I think we need to talk about some things, don’t you?”
In a classis Sophie anxiety move, she looks around at the people passing by us and then down at the floor. “Did you know that a total solar eclipse in 1915 helped prove Einstein’s theory of general relativity? You see, there was this guy named Eddington who…”
She trails off as I lift her chin with my hand.
“We can’t ignore it forever, Soph,” I say softly. Maybe we should. Maybe it would be better if I act like she never said the words or she pretends to have been too drunk to remember. But that’s not how this is going to go.
“We could,” she says in a pleading tone. Her blue eyes fill with tears, and I stroke her cheek.
“Not the way we work, Soph, and you know that. Remember our promise to each other when you were twelve? Always tell the truth, even if it hurts.” Sophie made me promise that years ago. She wanted my assurance that I would always be honest and never just disappear on her the way her dick of a dad did. During one of our many long talks in her backyard, we swore that we would never lie to each other. I won’t break that promise to her, ever.
“It’ll be alright, sweet girl. Meet me at my apartment at six tonight. I know you have another class in a few minutes, so I don’t want to keep you.”
She quirks an eyebrow up. “How do you know my schedule? I’ve barely seen you outside of class all semester.” She crosses her arms and studies me. “And how did you know I would be at that party this weekend? You never go to parties.”
Panic bubbles up in my chest. She can’t know. She can never know how much she means to me, and she can certainly never know about my obsession.
I shrug. “I just felt like going. What does it matter?” I ask in a gruff tone. “Anyway, come over tonight. I’ll see you at six.”
I turn to walk away, but swing around to face her again when she calls after me.
She’s biting her lip again, but looks determined, nonetheless.
“What is it, Soph?”
“I’ll be there tonight, Liam. But when I get there, we’re going to talk about a lot of things including why you know my schedule. And our truth promise, it works both ways. You better be prepared to tell me what’s going on.”
I nod. My heartbeat speeds up as I walk away from her again. My Sophie all grown up is a force to be reckoned with. A slight smile curves my lips, and my cock stiffens. I think I like this side of my Soph. Maybe a little too much.
