Pleasure

Chapter Seventeen

When I return to school, I'm surprised to see Jacob there early. He's leaning against my locker when I walk up to him. I smile and give him an odd look. He looks rather happy, which isn't Jacob's normal attitude; especially when he's at school.

"What's up? You look very happy." He pushes off my locker and steps aside, letting me put in my combination.

"I do? Sorry, I just have something planned for us tonight. You're still coming over, right?" I nod and smile at him. It almost slipped my mind that Jacob's bringing me to his house. I haven't been there since the night of the party, and the details of his house are a blur since I was a drunk mess the majority of the time. I do remember that his bed was comfortable, like a soft, giant cloud. I grin at that thought, and the thought of sleeping next to him.

"Aria?" I snap out of my thoughts and glance up at him with a questioning look. "What are you smiling about?"

I shrug, and let my grin drop. "I'm just excited, that's all."

He takes his hand and slips it behind the back of my neck. He leans down and kisses my forehead softly. I shut my locker and Jacob swings his arm around my shoulder. I love when he does that. He's become comfortable around me, and he doesn't care what half the school thinks, and that's such a turn on for me. He actually makes an effort. He's wise beyond his years.

"It's weird seeing you so smiley." I admit, locking my feeble fingers in his. He looks down at me and scrunches his eyebrows.

"Why?"

"I don't know, you're always looking so serious and concentrated. You have a cute smile, you shouldn't hide it."  He stops and stares at me with an odd expression on his face. I can't figure out if he's upset or confused or trying to hold back a smile. His face makes me giggle into my hand. He reminds me of a little child, confused on what to do. He smirks and throws his arm back around my shoulder. We continue to walk until he drops me off at my first class of the day.

The day goes by quickly, but that's only because I think about going to Jacob's house the whole time. My mind is full of surprises as to what will happen. I assume he lives by himself, due to his situation, which is great. Well his situation isn't great, of course, but we're granted privacy. I just have to figure out what I'm going to tell my dad, because he's bound to ask me where I'm going.

Later

I slip on some distressed denim skinny jeans, black and white Adidas, and a tight-fitted black crop top. I consider leaving my jacket, since the nights are fairly warm, but then I remember I have to walk past my dad. I grab a bomber and throw it on, zipping it half way. I slip a choker around my neck, do my makeup, and put my hair into a messy - but still manageably cute - bun. I spray a whiff of perfume and look at myself in the mirror. I'm quite satisfied with my results.

I have to admit, I'm dressing up a bit for tonight. I don't consider it a date, so I didn't want to go all out with my outfit, but I'm still trying to hide the excitement I have. I don't know what he has planned, but I'm ready to find out.

I walk into the living room and head straight for the door. I tell my parents I'll see them later, but I'm quickly stopped.

"Where are you going?" My dad asks, removing his arm from around my mothers shoulders.

"I'm going to go hang out with my friends." I imply, clearing my throat and standing up taller. I was never good at lying to my father. I always felt bad about it due to the fact that I never saw him a lot. He would always tell me "honesty is the best policy and I respect honest people" when I was growing up. He just put it in my head that I could never lie to him. My mom, yes. Him? No.

"Friends or boyfriend? Aria you're such a horrible liar." He gets up and walks towards me. I pout and look up at him.

"Please don't start this, daddy. I don't have time to beg." He raises his eyebrow at me, reminding me of Jacob. "I will be back later, okay? I love you." I smile and peck his cheek.

Before he can object, I walk outside and close the door behind me. I know he's peaking through the curtains, but as long as he doesn't try to approach Jacob, I will be fine.

Seconds later Jacob pulls up in his same silver car. I smile and gallop to him. I realize I look way too happy, so I slow down and clear my throat. I open the door and get in immediately. Jacob looks over at me with a confused expression.

"What are you doing? I always get the door for you." He complains, frowning.

"I know but my dad seriously wants to meet you so I had to make this quick." I warn and buckle my seat belt. He smirks and pulls off.

The ride to his house is fairly quiet. We listen to the radio and watch traffic lights. As soon as we pull up to a house, I immediately recognize it from the night of the party. I feel like that night started everything. It feels so long ago.

Jacob exits the car and goes to my side before letting me up. We walk to his front door quietly and I can practically hear my heart beating through my chest so I try to control my breathing. I don't know why I'm about to hyperventilate, or why I'm this nervous to begin with.

He wiggles the knob before opening the door. I see a bunch of candles laying around the place and I smell freshly cooked food. He holds the door open for me and I smile and walk in. The place is fairly lit, and there's a thing of flowers and utensils sitting on the dining room table. I feel my heart drop to my feet, wanting to become emotional because of the effort he put into this.

"You like it?" He asks, standing behind me. I turn around, speechless. "I didn't know what you wanted to eat so I just made pasta, I hope that's okay."

"That's fine, Jacob." I manage to speak, but the only thing I want to do right now is saddle him. There's something sexy about his presence and I can't control myself when he does certain things.

I slip off my jacket, wipe the thoughts away from my mind, and sit down at the table. We eat dinner and talk and laugh and there's not a dull or boring moment throughout the entire thing. After dinner, he grabs my hand and takes me to his bedroom. I only know it's his because of the same familiar bed we slept in the night I was drunk.

He takes his shoes off, so I mimic him and do the same. I crawl under his sheets and take a whiff of them without making myself look crazy. He smirks at me, leaning against the dresser behind him. I smile, almost child-like, and put my lips to the side.

"So what now?" I ask, looking around his room.

He sighs and starts stalking towards me. "I wanted to talk to you."

"About?" I look at him oddly as he wobbles his way to the bed before sitting on the side.

"Me, Aria." He urges, scooting his body a little closer to mine. I shoot him a confused look and bite my lip. "God, don't do that. I wanna do so many things to you when you bite your lip." He whispers, staring down at my lips.

I feel my cheeks burn and involuntarily bite my lip again. He sighs and rubs his hand against his jeans. He licks his lips as lust hides behind his eyes. He blinks it away and looks forward.

"I want you to know more about me, Aria. So if you think you're ready, then I'll start to tell you some things." I nod my head and lean back on his pillows, feeling that same familiarly comfortable feeling. The truth, finally . . .