How To Get The Girl

Chapter Two

☾ S O P H I A ☽

I dropped the heavy box on the floor with a loud thud that resounded through the empty room, and immediately felt the strain on my back lessen. I stretched backwards with my hands on my hips, trying to crack my back to relieve a little more tension that was building up from moving all my things into my new apartment.

"You feel okay, babe?" Brayden asks when he enters the room with a box twice the size I had been carrying.

I look back at him and smile. "Yeah, it's just my back."

He sets the box down carefully and walks over to me, his hands sliding over my shoulders before they begin massaging my upper back. I feel myself relax as his strong hands kneed into the knots in my back, and my eyes slide shut in content.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," I moan as his hands work their magic on my back.

Brayden chuckles, his breath hitting my ear and making my whole body stand at attention. He had that affect on me, a way to make me instantly turned on. I guess that's what happens when you date someone for a year and a half; they know how to make you feel good.

He leans forward and places a kiss on the hollow spot below my ear, making my whole body shiver. "You know, I think I know how to make you feel better..."

With his hands on my waist, Brayden continued trailing kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder, making my eyes screw shut and a gasp emit from my lips. "Brayden, the moving truck is still blocking half the street."

Despite my words of objection, my hands slid over his, and his grip on my waist tightened. His lips brushed against my ear and he whispered, "It can wait."

His hands spun me over so my body was pressing against the front of his, and he gave me his trademark smirk, his chocolate brown eyes boring into mine, right before he leaned in and kissed me. My skin felt warm all over, and as I reached my arms around his neck to pull Brayden closer to me, I heard a loud thud a few feet away.

Startled, I jumped back and my hand flew to my heart, my eyes darting to the sound of the noise. Jackson stood there with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly displeased by our display of affection. When I saw it was only Brayden's best friend, I let out a breath, but felt my cheeks tinge bright red.

"You do realize that I'm not watching the game because you guys asked me to help move Sophia in, and yet you're in here playing home instead of moving boxes?" Jackson asks with his green eyes narrowed.

My cheeks heated further when he points this out, but Brayden simply smirks at him. "You're just bitter because of what happened last night."

Jackson's eyes narrow into slits and I question, "What happened last night?"

His icy glare snaps to me, and he opens his mouth to dismiss my question, but Brayden beats him to it. "Some girl poured her drink on his head at the bar."

I laughed outright in Jackson's face, and laughed a little harder when he continued to glare at me. This wasn't the first time I've heard a story that went like that, but every time I heard a new one, I still found it amusing. Jackson has had drinks spilled on him, his face slapped, his feet stomped on by heels, you name it.

He had the unfortunate mix of being incurably horrible at talking to women and bad luck, and almost always managed to say something offensive. It was almost sad, really, watching him get turned down time and time again. Don't get me wrong, he's had sex by now, but when it comes to picking up girls at bars or maintaining a relationship, Jackson was helpless.