From Me to Us

Chapter Nineteen

*Mature Scenes*

DANIEL

I'm confused.

So fucking confused right now.

What was wrong with her? I didn't go too fast with her and she said that she was okay when I asked. We weren't even doing anything but making out. Slightly touching but nothing extreme. She just freaked out and left and I have no idea why.

I contemplate running after her when she gets outside but she's fast. Already in the Uber before I even get down the steps of the porch.

Maybe I should drive to her dorm? I can ask Shawn what number her room is since he's always there with Ronnie but I don't want to seem like a fucking psycho stalker. That'll only freak her out even more.

Fuck me, I'm still hard and everything.

I knew it would be bad kissing her. I knew that once I had a taste of her sweetness that I wouldn't be able to get enough, that's why I took my time before kissing her. I wanted to make sure I was making the right choice.

But when she moaned. Fuckkkkkk.

I couldn't stop myself. Her sweet little whimpers made me incredibly harder if that was possible and I needed her. More than I've ever needed a girl in my life.

I tried to go slow, I really did but I must have freaked her out anyway.

Fuck I feel like shit. I feel like shit and my dick is still fucking hard, making me feel even more like shit.

But Jesus, her lips, her body, just her. I couldn't get enough.

I rake a hand down my face in exasperation and I let out a breath.

I make my way back inside, slamming the door on my way in.

"Aye! Danny boy, what's happening?" Fuck, the last thing I want is for my drunk teammates hanging off me and pissing me off. I'm already kind of pissed at Clarke for just running off and not talking to me about what was wrong.

"Not in the mood Bradman."

"You're never in the mood. Come on, East. Come out back with us and help us with the barbeque. You're the best griller we have." Luke adds.

"Nah, bro, I'm tired as fuck and I have to finish Morrells papers for Monday." I head into the kitchen and grab another three beers. I might be tired but I'm going to be up for a few more hours and I need beer to get through all the grading shit.

This is the third time I've been a TA for a class but this is the first time I've done it with a partner. To be honest, I didn't even need a partner. If Morrell had of just asked me, it would've been fine but I couldn't bring myself to tell him that. I found myself actually wanting to have Clarke by myself grading papers, answering emails and whatnot.

I like having a reason to be with her. but I have to admit that I have been the biggest dick to her. All because of my fucking father and his fucking rules.

He has not stopped calling me for the past fucking month. Making sure that I've told Savannah that I'd be with her and making sure I keep my position on the team as well as maintaining a 4.2 GPA. It's fucking exhausting. He's exhausting.

I make my way up the stairs and to my room, ignoring all the calls from the guys to come back.

My head is pounding and I find myself still pissed over tonight's events.

I take a sip of my beer and sink down into my desk chair. Her lips come into my mind. The way they wrapped around the lip of my beer bottle, they looked so plumps and soft and delicious, I had to have a taste and I did. Best decision of my life.