Pull yourself together dickhead!
The girl pushed a strand of pale blonde hair back behind one tiny ear as I looked down into her pretty, feline features. That small nose was raised towards mine, and God, I wanted to kiss her there, briefly peck that button before transferring my lips to her pouty mouth. The need to taste herburnedinside me like an inferno.
She was incredibly lovely. Lovely? Another word that I didn’t realize was part of my lingo.
"Does it hurt anywhere?” she asked. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. I felt like replying;Yes, it hurts everywhere, sweetheart. Please kiss and make it better!
The wholesome purity of that face encouraged a further fire low in my pelvis. I was floored by the innocence that radiated from her and immediately regretted my smutty thoughts from earlier.
This girl was too good for depraved, sexual cravings; she was the type who deserved to be treated like a queen.
When I didn’t answer, she fiddled with her tie. “You’re awfully quiet. Are yousureyou’re alright?” she remarked again, tilting her head to one side.
My pulse accelerated, and without even thinking about my reply, I confessed, "I am now."
As she digested the full meaning of my words, that dazed confusion on her face lifted, and she grinned.
Andfucking hell, this girl could put the sun in the sky even on the darkest day withthatsmile. It was contagious, and I wasn’t a smiler by any means.
I knew I’d never be the same again. The warmth radiating from herenvelopedme.
“I take it you're new here?” I stated, dashing a hand across the scuff on my face. Why hadn’t I shaved that morning? The girl before me was so pristine, I probably looked like a sack of shit in comparison.
“It’sthatobvious?”
As her beautiful faceignited, it almost unmanned me. I felt the intensity of that look down to my toes and other more interesting areas. My entire body throbbed in anticipation, and I felt the urge to reach out and touch her to prove she was real. This girl, whoever she was, looked so out of place in the shabby library stacks, like an apparition sent to torture me.
“Absolutely. You’re not showing signs of acute trauma yet,” I informed her, narrowing my eyes purposefully like I was searching for some.
“Trauma?” she questioned with a raised brow.
“Yes. Low self-esteem, lack of energy, that air that suggests you’re bored out of your skull. In a nutshell, that vibe of feeling mentally drained. That’s what the Heights does to a person over time.”
“Wow, youreallydon’t like school,” she laughed.
“Not usually, although this one just got a hell of a lot more interesting.” My nostrils flared as I looked her up and down, making my interest in her clear.
She pursed her lips and shook her hair back, “Really?” That body language was typical of a girl who wanted to appeal to a guy. And she did, in fucking spades.
In case she hadn’t deciphered my code, I nodded and added, “Absolutely. Where in England are you from, little butterfly?”
She cleared her throat. Eventhatwas sweet. This girl probably farted a melody and shit unicorn dust, “Butterfly?”
“Yeah, you’ve got that exotic look about you,” I explained, taking a lock of her hair before tugging it gently.
She didn’t stop me or move away, and I knew I was in, “I’m from Albury, in Surrey.”
Pursing my lips, I nodded again, “Oh yeah, right,” I said, pointing a finger with an expression that I was in the know.
She looked surprised. “You’ve heard of it?”
Had I fuck. I hoped my smile was charming, “Nope. Not even a little bit. Sounds nice, though.” I didn’t think it was possible, but her lips got wider. She liked being teased.
The delight on her face also highlighted how incredibly young she was.
Although not of her making, thatlook, but do not touchmessage pulsated between us.
I wondered how old she was. My conscience wouldn’t let me screw a girl younger than sixteen. I took a step back and rubbed the nape of my neck.
