Page 44 of Catch
“Told you I’d win you over.”
“Shut up.”
I laugh at his put-out tone.
“So? Come on, give me the deets. Maybe I can offer some advice?”
“Doubtful.” Jett lets out a long sigh. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
“Yes. Talk it out. You’ll feel better.”
“Well, the fact is, Renner wanted to top, but I wasn’t ready for anal sex. We’d do other stuff, but he was never satisfied, and he made it clear that he was getting frustrated. He kept pushing for it, but I always said no.”
Ah.
“So, you’ve never?—”
“Nope,” Jett adds. “And before you ask, and I know you will, yes, I want to.”
“But not with him?”
“No. And I can’t explain it, but that’s how I felt.”
I lean forward and rest my forearms on my knees.
“That’s your intuition talking. You didn’t trust him. Maybe your big brain took a while to catch up, but on some level, your body knew all along.”
He sighs.
“You’re right. I can’t believe I’m saying that, but it’s true.”
“I hate the fact that he kept pressuring you to do something you weren’t ready for. What a fucking prick.”
I reach out and tap Jett’s knee. It’s like touching a live wire, and I pull my hand back from the shock.
“The right guy will respect you and your feelings. Don’t ever compromise on that.”
Jett nods and licks his lips, and suddenly I want to taste them again. I want to kiss away the tension that’s riding him.
Riding him? More like riding me.
I’m the one getting in over my head. I want Jett, but it doesn’t feel like simple lust. It’s way more complicated than that. I like him too.
Oh, fuck no. No, no, no.
Panicked, I reach for my phone. I’ve got a few messagesfrom my friends, nothing that can’t wait, but still, it offers the perfect excuse.
“I gotta leave.” I stand up so fast I knock my chair over. “Sorry, I forgot I have a study session before my first class.”
Jett says nothing while I head for the door.
“We’ll talk about the Welcome Day stuff tonight, okay? I’ll call you.”
“But what?—”
I’m gone before Jett can finish his sentence. I feel like total shit, but I’m freaking out, and I need to get out of here before I do something stupid—like kiss him or touch him or tell him I want him.
I make a beeline for the stairs, and I’m back outside in a few minutes where I can finally breathe again. Pulling out my phone, I start typing a text to Dane, but then I freeze. I don’t know if I can explain what’s happening. Not even with one of my closest friends.
