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Certainly not me.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’d rather you be on time than late.” I give him a brief smile and point to the chair across from me. “Why don’t you sit down and we can get started. Where would you like for us to begin?”
He looks at me helplessly and shrugs, lifting a brow as well. “I have no idea. Wherever you think is best. You’re the expert here. I’m all yours.”
Oh my. I just turned into a puddle of goo.
I’m screwed.
I’ve lost all sense of direction in the five minutes I’ve known Preston. It’s like he’s some electrical storm that’s messed with my compass, leaving me fumbling in the dark without a light.
If this is how he’s going to affect me each time we’re together, I might have to rethink my strategy on tutoring Preston Dahl.
ChapterFour
Preston
What the hell wasthatall about?
Meeting Brinly for the first time tonight was like crashing into a wave in the ocean and then being swept into the current that leaves me unable to determine which way is up.
And I am a goddamn good swimmer.
I lay stretched out on my back on my bed reading through my assignment for my Psych 300 course on Biological Psychology. It’s timely as it relates to how our anatomy and cells respond to certain stimuli and make us behave and act in ways we might not otherwise understand.
It makes me wonder why I reacted so strongly to Brin when I’ve rarely been left thinking about a girl I just met hours later. I mean, sure, women turn me on and I’m going to show interest. I’m a guy. I see a gorgeous body and I like what I see.
Since starting college, I’ve met a few girls I hooked up with and I’ve gotten laid.
But fuck me sideways. Meeting Brinly did something weird to my brain. It got rewired or something inexplicable like that. It’s as if Brin has disassembled and reassembled my parts and restarted my engines.
It wasn’t just her tits that had my dick swelling in my pants long after our session. But, holy smokes, her breasts were something to be revered and I can’t stop imagining them in my head.
Although she tried valiantly to cover them up with her sweater, it was useless. Her tits are eye-popping and have no reason to ever be hidden or covered up. My mouth watered with the need to reach out and touch them, lick them, and fuck them.
All the things I shouldn’t have been thinking about while we went over a lesson on historical romantic literature.
Her tits were fucking incredible, that is the truth, but Brin seems like the entire package. The way she stared at me with those big, blue-violet-colored eyes felt like she was looking straight through to my soul. She took my breath away with her shy smiles, bashful glances, and breathy laughs.
There was also the sultry sound of her voice that made my dick stand at attention. If burnt sugar had a sound, that would be it. And her hair was something I wanted to get lost in. It’s long, dark, and thick. In my dirty imagination, I’d fist it in my hand, thread my fingers through the strands, and tug her head back so I could get better access to her lips and neck.
And those goddamn lips. I will be dreaming about those lips tonight.
Which reminds me, I’m out of Kleenex.
I push my book off my lap and shove my feet over the edge of the bed to sit upright just as Quinn swings open the bedroom door, standing there practically buck-naked as if he lives here.
“Yo, Pres. I’m in a jam.”
I lift a brow, even though this does not surprise me in the least. For being such a smart guy, he’s a total idiot sometimes.
Quinn and I have been friends since freshman year when we were roommates and then moved into this off-campus apartment last year. He’s also on my hockey team and is one of our power forwards. The guy has no qualms about walking around naked in the place we share with two other guys, even when there are other people over.
In Quinn fashion, he holds a wrinkled T-shirt over his junk. Thank God for small miracles.
“What’s up?”
He turns his head to look surreptitiously down the hallway toward his room then leans in through the doorway, whispering his response. “I’m out of condoms, dude. You got one I can borrow?”
