❦ Kate ❦
I was standing in front of the mirror when I heard sound of a car pulling over in front of my house. Rushing across my bedroom, I flung open the window and looked out.
The yellow Porsche looked out of place in my run-down street. So did the guy who stepped out of it. With his designer clothing and the flashy ride, it was apparent that Jason Perez did not belong in this part of town.
He glanced up, saw me by the window, and gave me a little wave along with that heart melting smile of his. Excitement knotting in the pit of my stomach, I waved back and held out two fingers, telling him to give me a couple of minutes.
Pulling on a flannel shirt over my tank top, I shoved my feet into my worn-out converse and hurried downstairs. When I let myself out of the house, Jason was leaning against the car, hands pushed deep into the front pockets of his jeans.
“Morning.” He flashed me that killer smile when I approached and then bent his head down to give me a k-ss. It was quick but toe-curling good. His k-sses always were.
“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly when he finally drew back.
“Breakfast, first. And then you’ll see.” He gave a playful tug on my hair and held the car door open for me.
He took me to the Perez Resort and Spa in downtown where we had breakfast in a private ocean-front dining area. Being the owner’s son, he was treated like royalty and witnessing that reminded me again of how we were from entirely different worlds.
He had moved to San Antonio over a month ago and I still remembered the exact moment I had laid my eyes on him. Remembered feeling as if I was in one of those super cheesy novels where the girl’s brain completely stopped functioning when she came face to face with the male character.
And that was exactly what had happened. My brain stopped functioning, totally disconnecting from my legs, leaving me frozen to the s₱0t as my eyes drank him in. Tall and lean with piercing blue eyes and full pink l-ips that would have looked feminine on another guy, but only made him look all the more sensual.
Then he had smiled at me. A s€×y as sin smile enhanced by dimples. And just like that, I had fallen for a guy for the first time in my life, without even knowing his name. I knew it was stupid of me to be infatuated with a guy just because of his physical looks but I couldn’t help myself.
When he had asked me out a week ago, I was completely stunned. And even after five dates, I still felt like I was dreaming. And if I was, I never wanted to wake up. Despite being together for only a week, I was already so in to him.
He was unlike any other eighteen-year-old I had ever met. He had an air of maturity about him, a sense of sophistication that seemed to come naturally to him. He wasn’t c*cky or arrogant but entirely too sweet to me and I felt like he genuinely cared about me.
After breakfast, he took me to his place where we hung out. His parents were out of town so we had the wh0le place to ourselves.
As we sat in his home theatre watching an action movie, I couldn’t help glancing at him every few minutes.
He smirked when he caught me staring for the third time. “If you don’t want to watch the movie, we can do something else.”
I matched his playful tone. “Something like what?”
His smirk deepened into a dimpled grin. “Something like this.” Bending his head down, he pressed his l-ips to the curve of my neck. I shivered as he trailed k-sses up throat and paused at my ear. “And this.” He murmured just as his hand slipped under my tank top and drifted up, cupping my br-ast.
I jolted in his arms, the shock of his intimate touch fading away to be replaced by an intense feeling of excitement. “Jason.” I cried out when his thumb and forefinger trapped my n-pple, giving it a gentle tug.
