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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"Oh, for fucks sake, Girly," I grumble as this chick with long as fuck legs jogs down the steps from the apartment. My eyes are nearly bulging into the visor of my helmet trying to focus on her legs, her bloody tiny tank top, and her beautiful face.
I've switched the engine off whilst waiting outside to give Aspen a ride to class for the day and I had all the intentions of being a model student today. But her in these ripped jean shorts and the top that shows off her shoulders and a sliver of her toned stomach fits snug against her tits, which by the way, I think she's braless, is making me want to ditch. Again.
Her backpack is drooped heavily over her shoulders and the black helmet is gripped in her hands. My eyes continue their assessment of the Goddamn treat waltzing towards me.
"Honestly, Penny, how the hell am I supposed to pay attention in class today?"
Her mouth purses together to stifle a smile and she pulls the helmet on over her head before she fails and cracks then climbs on behind me. After she's snug against my back, she wraps her arms around tightly.
It was hard as hell leaving her last night and there were a million reasons I wanted to stay the night with her again, but it's very clear how close I'm becoming to her.
She's almost all I think about it. Fuck, I'm even lying to myself now—she's all I think about.
After yesterday's near-catastrophe when she asked about my money situation, I knew reality was coming very close to knocking on my bloody front door.
Mum and I settled in the courts not against my father—that fucker was already dead—but against T.B. Media who leaked the story with all the details, not bothering to check if I was of age. The damages they'd done were compensated by the hefty settlement Mum and I got, which has helped me live here without getting a job.
I want to avoid the topic of my father with Aspen for as long as humanly possible. Especially now that she knows Foxy was killed by strangulation. I can't take the chance on her trusting me, because I know how it would look. She would only see how Foxy was seen in my room then died the same way I killed my father. No, I didn't use a ligature, but it's the same nonetheless.
Fucking hell... what am I doing?
I'm not a good liar, I've never been good at it, but it seems all I can do around this girl is tell half-truths or lies. I know she deserves more than that but I'm too selfish at this point. I'm too drawn to her and don't want to risk anything in fucking it up. Aspen makes me feel normal again, and I'm not ready to let that go yet.
My hands are fisted tightly around the handlebars, but relax when a pair of small hands slink under my thrashing shirt caused by the gusts of wind.
Aspen's hands travel north, her nails gliding up my torso then splay out on my chest, when her fingers start to play with my nipples, I grab one and shove them out with a laugh, not needing the cause to crash being getting my nipples fondled by this woman on the back.
