The University of the South

Minx (4 of 5)

I was making out with Owens.

What the hell was going on?

Once the door was closed behind us, I lock it and pull away from her.

I watch her as she catches her breath and tucks her hair behind her ears.

"I...I just wanted to tell you about how I felt. I couldn't keep....pretending I hate you." She says and I look down at her.

Shit.

She didn't look drunk, but she was sure acting like she was.

Was this a dream?

"Couldn't you have talked to me at school? You're acting weird." I tell her, since she was acting all silly.

She suddenly shakes her head and her hands go to the buttons on her coat.

What the hell.

She shrugs her coat off and it falls to the ground.

Oh fuck.

I groan when I see that she's dressed in this white lacy outfit that barely covers her at all.

Yup, definitely insane.

"You went to my apartment in that? I'm surprised you didn't freeze to death, Owens." I say and she glares at me.

Ahh, there she was.

Definitely not drunk.

"Seriously? That was what you noticed?" She asks with a glare as she attempts to cover herself up with her arms.

Aww, she's upset that I didn't compliment her outfit choice.

"I'm kidding, Owens. Is this for me?" I ask her and pull her closer to my by her hips.

Her hands go to my chest as she gasps.

She slowly nods and frowns.

"I...I thought you'd like it. I got all dressed up and you only notice how cold I'd be." She says with a small frown on her face.

I didn't want to see her upset.

My fingers go down to her ass and I lightly squeeze before I hear her moan in surprise.

Cute.

"Who says I don't like it?" I simply ask and she stares up at me wide eyed.

I stare into her eyes and remember the girl I had crushed on back in middle school.

I remember how she'd get annoyed when I'd tug at her unruly soft hair or how I'd score higher than her in a test.

She fascinated me and never failed to fill my life with thrill.

She remains quiet as she stares up at me and attempts to kiss me again.

My head turns and I swear I can hear her whimper.

She wasn't going to kiss me into submission just yet.

"Why'd you dress up for me, Owens?" I ask her, curious to hear her reason.

I feel her arms wrap around my neck and I look down at her when she whispers.

"Isn't it obvious? I want you to take me, Bowers." She says and my eyebrows raise at that.

To take her?

Why would she want it so urgently?

"We don't have to move too fast, Ursula." I say and watch as she frowns.

Suddenly I feel her hips brush up against mine and I almost lose it when I feel her rub up against the part that was hard for her.

Fuck.