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After agreeing to be the focus of a college article,
senior Charlie Murtaugh gets more than he bargains for when he's assigned a clueless sophomore who knows nothing about the sport.
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She wants to say yes. I can see it in her eyes. Just like that, all the blood in my veins run south. A problem I can't seem I'm to get rid of since that damn kiss. Random erections are normal in men but random erections when thinking about one particular person is beginning to become a cause for concern. It doesn't help matters that I haven't gotten laid in almost a month. There was plenty of opportunities at Dante's party-Sabine was laying it on pretty thick the entire time, even joining me in the shower without my approval. But it didn't feel right banging another chick with Lorraine across the hall.
Scratch that.
It didn't feel right banging a chick that's not Lorraine.
And f*ck, having her is all I can think about. It's all I could think about since the last time we spoke. I haven't been this obsessed about getting a chick in my bed before. If it were any other chick, I would have made a move by now and the sex would have happened.
It would be easy. It really would. She seems like she hasn't been with a lot of guys. It would be easy to get her to want to have sex with me because I have an inkling she's into it-it's the only reasonable explanation for that kiss.
However she doesn't peg me for the friends with benefits type and I'm, for one, not looking for a relationship.
The one thing I'm willing to commit to at the moment is basketball and making sure I get drafted. I can't afford to be distracted by relationships and all the drama that comes with them. I realised that in the middle of painting myself blue so that I can be the Cookie Monster. I can't be the guy who paints himself blue for a girl. So I ignored her the whole ride and kissed the last person I shouldn't be caught dead kissing. It was a d*ck move kissing Alexis back with the sophomore present. It was a f*cking dumb move that should have never happened but it was the one thing I could think of that would push her away.
It worked. For a while at least. Turned out in all I could think about in the last 48 hours was the sophomore and the kiss. That damn kiss felt like the rightest thing in the world even with the horrible timing it had. Walking away was one of the hardest things I've had to do. But like Bronte said it needed to be done. It would have done more damage than good. It'd be pretty selfish of me to have sex with a girl who I'm a hundred per cent sure was having a momentary lapse in judgement. That wouldn't have been hot, happy sex. It would have been angry sex. And I don't want our first time to be something the sophomore would have to regret after.
First time?
There isn't going to be a first time. The sooner I realise that the better. Lorraine's different. And the thought of hurting her more than I already have makes me feel physically sick. She deserves better. She deserves more than I can offer her.
Despite everything here, I am getting a kick out of watching her f*cking eat. I could have ignored her message-it was a mistake. But after being with her for the better part of the weekend and not seeing her for almost three days after, I was dying for that message. I never thought I'd say this but I'm glad I listened to Ryan every time he was being a know it all maths wiz.
