Page 35 of Sweet Girl
Chapter Twelve
Van
The knock on my door startles me as I step out of the shower.
I’m dripping wet, my hair damp and hanging at my shoulders, drops of water running down my back. I grab the towel that I threw across the curtain rod and make my way toward the door. The clock on my nightstand tells me it’s still too early to expect Kylah, so it must be one of the guys on my floor. Although, most everyone has taken off already for Christmas break and the dorms are an empty ghost town.
Swinging the door open, I’m not prepared for the sight in front of me. And from the look of shock on her face, either is Kylah. The expression quickly turns to something else entirely though, as the color of her eyes morphs into a deep, dark blue.
“Hey,” I say, watching as he takes me in, scanning her way down my naked torso until she lands on the edge of the towel, tucked in just below my belly button. She blinks as I clear my throat. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
Kylah blinks a few times, as her hand comes up to touch her lips. She opens her mouth and then snaps it closed again. Wrenching open the door farther, I gesture with a nod of my head for her to come in.
We’re standing just a few feet from one another and I can smell her fruity scent which now fills the room. My dick seems to realize the possibilities and perks up underneath my towel, reminding me of my current attire.
Her back is to me and as I adjust my growing erection, she turns and notices. Her reaction is priceless, the heat blooming across her cheeks in a display of both embarrassment and interest.
“I’m so sorry to come over so early without calling. I wasn’t thinking straight. I can go...it’s not a problem.” She starts toward the door, her feet practically tripping over themselves, as my hand shoots out to grab her wrist, which is soft to my touch and sends a thousand watt jolt up my arm.
“It’s okay. Really.” I pull her back and she nearly topples into me. “Don’t go. I’ll just grab something to put on. Just...wait right here.”
She seems appeased by this and I rush over to my bureau, yanking out the first things I get my hands on, leaving her in the middle of my room as I close the bathroom door behind me.
During the time it takes me to get dressed, it gives me the space I need to calm myself. I then consider how she looked when I opened the door to my room. Aside from the surge of lust that passed through her features, she appeared to be upset over something. Her body was strung tight; I could tell that. Her neck was corded, her posture stiff. I’ve never seen her so wound up and ready to lose it. But that’s the sense that I got.
I open the bathroom door and slowly emerge. Cautiously. This is the first girl I’ve ever had in my dorm room outside of Lyndsay. A sudden rush of lust swirls through me. A tight ball of eagerness simmers in my belly. And then she turns around to face me and I realize I’m a goner.
Her lower lip is trembling and her eyes are glistening. If I thought she was upset before, it’s ten times worse now. I’ve seen my share of crying women in my life and I know when the shit’s gonna hit the fan.
“Ky.”
I pull her into my arms and against my chest as the dam bursts open, the top of her head barely touching underneath my chin. I have no idea what has caused this sudden emotional breakdown, but something awful must have happened to have her crying this way. Nestled against me, she sobs into my shirt, her body shaking in jerky movements, as I simply hold her tight, whispering words of encouragement.
“Shh...it’s okay. I got you.”
Her tremors seem to lessen over the course of the next few minutes. The tears that had consumed her are now dissipating. I don’t want to move her, but I know she’s going to need a Kleenex soon. I pull away just enough to reach toward the box on my nightstand, giving her a tissue to dab at her face.
“Thaaannnk yooouuu.” She stammers between sniffles. “I’m sorry, Van. I didn’t mean...”
One of my hands rests on her shoulder, as I move it to the back of her neck. The other I use to tilt her chin to look up at me. Those beautiful eyes of hers are now sea glass blue-green.
“Are you hurt? Did something happen to you?”
She shakes her head, eyes sliding away from mine and to the floor.
“I’m just stupid. I overreacted. I’m such a cry baby.”
I can’t stand the fact that she’s cutting herself down like this. Kylah is nothing if not sweet and adorable. I’ve never seen her anything but happy and light-hearted. She’s been a sounding board for me over the last month after everything that happened with Lyndsay. If anyone’s a crybaby, it’s me with my stupid life drama. She’s been my rock.
I bend down to place a kiss to her forehead, my hand cupping under her jawline. When I open my eyes, she’s staring at me with such awe. Longing and lust shoot through my veins, straight to my cock which doesn’t give a fuck that Kylah’s upset. All it cares about is that a beautiful girl is in my room and looking at me with lustful adoration.
She parts her lips, her tongue slipping over the bottom lip and slicking over it as I stand entranced by the action. I bend my head again, with the intention of kissing her cheek, but in a last moment decision, I zero in on her lips. The first kiss is just a peck. A friendly touch that’s whisper soft and could hardly be considered the kiss a lover would give.
Because we’re not lovers. We’re friends.
And that’s how it should stay. Instead, my body confesses it doesn’t want to remain friends. It wants something more. And the breath of air she sucks in when I pull back says that she wants more, too.
The choice is taken out of my hands entirely when Kylah reaches up with her hands and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my head toward hers. Our lips meet with fiery purpose, sampling each other’s mouths in exploration and conquest.
