Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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Holy shit
I want more.
But fucking Aspen just left me in the parking lot, fucking drooling over her like a damn puppy dog.
Gathering my bearings, I turn back around on my bike and grab my helmet from the cement inspecting it, knowing it's probably been scratched from the hard drop, but I could care less at this point. What matters is she took her helmet inside with her, meaning I'm not completely out of the game yet. No sitting on the bench for this bloke. Not yet, at least.
I pull the helmet on and kick the engine alive, revving the throttle loudly and for an obnoxious amount of time, knowing the girl would be hearing it inside.
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Standing on the tips of my converses I set the helmet on top of the lockers, then throughout the kitchen, over Mariah Carey's voice that's playing on the speakers' system, the room echoes with the faint revving of a motorcycle engine from outside.
I know it's his motorcycle.
I suck on my lower lip and smirk, dropping back to my heels. I look over, watching Chyette step into view with a microbladed brow cocked expectantly. "Spill." is all he says.
Laughing I turn and shrug, "Bash may have just kissed me."
A high-pitched shrill scream comes from Chyette and he bounces on his feet. "Oh my God. Did he use his tongue? Was it good tongue? Or was it like a fucking eel slithering around?"
"An eel?" I repeat with a loud laugh, then walk into the kitchen with Chyette following beside me. "He used tongue and it was the good type of tongue," I say, reaching the swinging door to the bar area.
"Girl, Imma' bout to be jealous as hell for the next hour." He smiles and sashays around an oven, his hips swishing this way and that way until he reaches the fryer and flicks it on, "If he's coming over tonight, I want full details in the morning."
We hadn't discussed that. I was too busy trying to collect myself after that amazing kiss that I hadn't thought of if he would be by later or when would be the next time that I saw him. We shared Van Doren's class on Wednesday, so in the worst-case scenario, I only had to wait a day.
