Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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When I wake up, it's almost noon. My head is reeling, and not from alcohol.
What the hell happened last night?
It started like any other night. Getting wasted and flirting with willing women. When I saw Cat in the kitchen, I planned to cart her off to my bed as soon as possible. Of course, I didn't know it was Cat then.
She was just another chick. Okay, possibly the hottest chick I've ever laid eyes on, but a chick nonetheless.
And I really turned up the charm, using some of my best lines.
Now, in the privacy of my room, I can truly appreciate how big of a fuck up that was.
Chloé would seriously kick my balls clean of my body if she learned I put my moves on Cat. Even unintended. If there is one person in this world my sister loves more than anyone, it's Catherine Simmons. And she definitely doesn't want me anywhere near her.
She actually told me that once. Years ago, when we were still all in high school. She made it clear to me one day that I could fuck anyone I wanted for all she cared, just not Cat. I was not worthy of her, as she said. I had no intention of going there. Cat was this annoying girl who always hung around our house with Chloé. I had older, hotter, more willing girls falling at my feet; what the hell did I want with little Kittycat?
Funny how things change.
So last night, Cat and I had gone outside and talked about anything and everything. And it was so difficult for me to link the sexy woman in front of me with the young girl I used to know. But there was no denying it. It was her.
After our talk outside, we returned to the party, and soon thereafter, Cat just disappeared. She went to talk to some blonde girl and then never came back. When I finally accepted that she had gone home, I made my way back to the football house and went to bed. But it took me a hell of a long time to fall asleep because all I could imagine was her big green eyes.
I groan as the memories of last night come back to me.
I just can't wrap my head around Cat actually being here. It's dumb; I've had numerous reminders over the summer, the latest during my phone call with my mom just last week.
But I guess I'd figured that being on the same campus and being in close proximity were two different things.
And I definitely didn't expect her to show up to a frat party looking like that.
Just thinking about her makes my dick twitch again. It's not just the way she looks. I mean, obviously, that doesn't hurt, but more so it's her confidence and attitude. Goddammit, she's so fucking sexy.
But I can't think like this. She's my sister's best friend.
My morning wood doesn't seem to give a shit about my ethical quandaries.
