Because of Carson Moon Page 3
“You couldn’t handle it.”
“Try me.”
I shook my head with a playfully vindictive smile, brushing his words off, fanning my hand at him.
“McKinzi,” he called and I turned to look at him again.
“Your eyes are really beautiful. I can tell you’re a good person. I really do want to get to know you. Spend time with you, see what’s going on in that brain of yours. I also want to know why sometimes you look so sad, even when you’re smiling. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see the same thing.” He glanced down at his lap.
“You know how it is. It’s senior year, there’s so many emotions, so much stress right now.”
“I’d like to help you relieve some of that stress.”
Why is he talking all this shit to me? I know he’s not that kind of guy. Does he think I’m stupid?
Finally, I wasn’t enamored by him. I could think without pink unicorns and rainbow clouds in my head.
“You—” I had to take a breath, it seemed like I was out of it. “You’re so... you’re a good talker.” I laughed in disbelief.”
“I’m good at other things too,” he said, sexily.
“You are a good boy, aren’t you? I bet you’ve never done anything wrong in your life. You get good grades. I bet when you were in high school you never missed curfew. I bet you took your girlfriend of four years to prom and you didn’t even sleep with her.”
“You’ve got me pegged, huh?”
“Yep. I know your type. You should stay away from girls like me.” I rose to my feet.
His lips parted as he gazed up at me, a look of confusion on his face.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going home. You don’t have to walk me. Thanks for lunch.”
“You barely ate anything.”
I smiled and headed away from the table.
“McKinzi,” he called, scrambling up and over to me.
“Look.” I sighed, annoyed. “We can be friends.” I shook my head and gestured my hand back at the table. “But snuggled up behind the rec building, sharing a meal isn’t really my style. I’m a big girl. I don’t need anyone to rescue me or walk me home or keep me safe. I can do that myself.”
“I know,” he said, those puppy-dog eyes revealing his true self to me.
See. I knew it. “So just stop with the act.”
“There’s no act,” Carson said, sincerely.
“Bye, Carson. I’ll see you later.”
Chapter 5: Good Girl
It was the weekend and I lay in bed as the afternoon approached the evening, my textbook and notebook full of notes I should be studying spread across my bed. I stared at the ceiling aimlessly until my phone buzzed. I answered it.
“Hello,” I said scratching the back of my neck as I stretched my body in my tiny shorts and half shirt.
“What’re you doing?” Sawyer asked in a seductive voice.
“Heh.” I smirked, coyly. “Nothing.”
“Well, can I give you something to do?” he asked.
“Something like what?”
“Me?”
“Mm, you’re convincing me.”
“Am I? It’s been a while. I miss being inside you.”
I sit up, my cheeks warming.
“So, are ya coming over?” he asked.
“Are you stroking your cock, right now?”
“Maybe. Gotta come find out.”
“Fine.” I laugh, sexily. “I’ll be over in five minutes.”
“Can’t wait.”
The call ended and I dropped the phone on my bed, shimmied my shoulders and went to look in the mirror on my vanity. I made sure my bangs were flat and my hair was bone straight, not a curl in it. Smiling at myself, I turned around and checked to see if my ass looked as good in those shorts as I thought. It did.
I grabbed my phone off the bed, my keys off the counter and headed to Sawyer’s place. He already knew, I never had guys over at my place. Carson had been the exception.
As I drove to Sawyer’s apartment, which was literally about five minutes from campus, I was anxious to get to him to see what he might have in store for me tonight. Also a tiny part of me was preoccupied.
I wonder what Carson is doing? Huh? Where did that come from? I shook off that random thought and pulled into Sawyer’s complex parking lot and parked the car. Once I turned off the engine, I pulled the keys out of the ignition and grabbed my phone off the passenger seat. As I did this, the screen lit up.
Carson: Hey