"No escort today. I'm taking you," he said, holding out his hand to me. "Ready to go?"
Shut your fucking mouth, Scott Brady.
How long did I have to compose myself before he got suspicious? When my pussy stopped tightening, I gave him my hand. His eyes gleamed with mischief and hints of lust.
Fuck. I took too long.
I was so distracted by not wanting to give anything else away, that I didn't even question him about why he was driving me to campus himself today. I half expected the drive to be more of the same, but he kept the conversation on my exam and how excited he was to spend time with me afterwards. He was in such a frenzy about it, his walls down after last night, that I couldn't help being excited too. Slowly my walls were crumbling for him too.
I couldn't ignore him forever. Last night was clear evidence that I didn't want to. He was what I survived nearly dying in those woods for. I wanted him. I just needed to be careful about what came after the talking.
