letters to the boy who never cared

s e v e n

Tap.

I looked up from the homework due Monday, and furrowed my brow.

Tap.

I glanced at the window, and watched it. There was another tapas a pebble hit the glass pane. I went over to look out, and there was Reed, in all his gorgeous glory. Somehow, the way he looked almost made me forget how mad I was at him. It was ten o'clock on Sunday, but there he was, under my window.

I squinted at him. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled up at me. "Check your phone."

him--can i sleep over? My dad kicked me out. promise I'll be good ;)

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, if you can climb the trellis. My mom's home, so be quiet. And don't expect comfort. You're sleeping on the floor."

Reed was tall and strong, so it didn't take him long to come up to my window. "Hi," he said, flashing an adorable smile. He swung his legs in and then surveyed me, still on the bed. "Cute," he commented, referring to the creamy pink shorts-and-shirt pajama set I wore. I blushed, very aware of my exposed legs.

The bed jostled as he sat next to me and put his chin on my shoulder, his breath fanning on my neck. "What are you doing?"

I smiled, letting his breath tickle me. "Homework."

For a while, we sat in silence, like lounging on my bed together was something we did all the time. Reed looked on as I tried to make sense of Calculus, and I reveled in his closeness. But after a bit of time, I had to ask.

"Reed? What happened on Thursday? I had to drive myself."

Reed blinked slowly, then looked away. "Um... I forgot. I'm sorry, babe. It's just-"

"I texted you, though." I stared at my lap, and tried not to sound too sad. It didn't work.

Reed was quiet.

I thought back to Marin's words. "Reed?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you, um, with anybody?"

Grabbing me by my hips, Reed pulled me onto his lap so I was facing him. He put his forehead onto mine, and stared into my eyes. I couldn't even concentrate.

"I like you, Alexa Greene. A lot, okay? So much." And he kissed me.

My mind was a total mess. He held me by my hips so the shirt I had on rode up, revealing a strip of skin along my hip bones. He trailed his fingers there, along the small of my back, and I melted.

Trying not to breathe too hard only resulted in short, choppy breaths. I wrapped my arms around Reed, and he started to move down, towards the crook of my shoulder. His lips brushed my ear; my toes curled, my back arched, and he sighed into our kiss.

We made out for a long time before he started to reach backward. To grab the collar of his shirt. To sweep it off in one fluid, verysexy motion.

I stared. I didn't know what to do.

"Um. I need... the, uh...I've gotta go." I got off of him, my cheeks going red.

He stayed on my bed, shrugging and smirking at me in all his shirtless, sculpted glory. Good Lord, I needed to get out of there.

I rushed to the bathroom, leaned on the sink, and smiled at myself in the mirror. Jesus. As hit as my hair looked, I was glowing. There was a hot guy missing his shirt in my room. And although I was nowhere near ready for the big step, it was gratifying to know that Reed would've taken that big step with me. And everyone knew Reed was choosy when it came to that.

I went back to my room, where he still was shirtless. "C'mere," he said, mischeiviously. And we were at it again. My shirt almost came off.

"Ah, ah, ah," I scolded him as he played with the hem. "That's far enough, Reed." I trailed my fingers along his washboard stomach. Yeah, I could get used to this.

Reed scowled, feigning frustration. "Jeezus, Lexi. You can't do this!" He smirked. "You can't leave me hanging!"

I winked at him. "Oh, but I can. You, know, though, I don't think it would be right to make you sleep on the floor. You can sleep up here with me, if you promise to keep to your side."

Reed grinned and linked my pinky to his. "I swear."

I shut off the light and burrowed under the white comforter, but of course, I couldn't get any sleep. Reed insisted on kissing my neck, over and over, until I gave in and kissed him back.

If anyone had been snooping outside my room, they would've heard hushed giggles and whispers until midnight, when we fell asleep.