Chapter 28 - Old wounds

                                    

                                          
Brick
She makes the cutest sounds when she eats. I haven't dared look at her since she put her hand on my leg and I placed it on my cock. For two reasons.
First, I made her touch me in public. I shouldn't have done that. I probably freaked her out. She pulled away so fast she must have been mortified. It wouldn't surprise me if this is it. This is the thing that shows her how incompatible we are and she's going to tell me she wants nothing more to do with me.
And the second reason I can't look at her is that if I do, my cock will never go down. Something about her, about her scent, her presence, her voice. It makes me lose control. Like the little moans she does when she eats the burger. It's enough to wipe every other thought out of my mind.
At the same time, she looks so innocent and pure in her flowery yellow dress and black cardigan. Like the sweetest cheerleader for the UNI Lions. I can't help but wonder if she dressed in our colors on purpose or if it's a coincidence.
The event with her hand is exactly why it could never work, because I don't think. I wanted her to know what she does to me, so I didn't even consider how she might feel about it. Of course she doesn't like it. Because she's not me. She's not experienced. Far from it.
I want her. But I want her in ways she can never know. I would defile her in an instant if I could. But I also know I could never do anything she doesn't want me to. Which means I will never be fully satisfied with her.
That thought used to scare me. It should scare me. But there is something about the way she laughs at Ethan's stupid joke that makes me think I might be able to manage it.
My thoughts are interrupted when JD asks who's up for dancing. Kat's eyes light up for the briefest of moments before he turns to her.
"Not you. You're going back to your dorm."
"Are you serious?" Kat sounds disappointed.
"Yes. And this is not up for discussion."
She crosses her arms in front of her and sinks back in her chair, sulking.
"Brick, are you coming?" JD asks as people get up to clear the table.
I shake my head. "No." grabbing my trash, I get up. "I can drive Kat home, if you want." I try to say it as an afterthought. As if it wasn't the most important thing in the world.
"That'd be great," JD says, and we dispose of our trash and head outside.
"Are you sure I can't come?" Kat asks and for a moment, I wonder if she's disappointed that I'll be taking her home. Maybe she doesn't want to be alone with me.
"I'm sure," JD says. "Now go."
She sighs and I follow her to my car.
When I get in, I clear my throat. "Sorry your evening had to end so soon," I say.
She half turns toward me in her seat. "Who says it has to end?"
Her smile takes my breath away. I forget how to drive for a moment and just sit there.
Movement outside reminds me we're still in the parking lot with the rest of the guys in sight. So I take a breath and back out.
Once we're in the street, I've convinced myself she didn't mean what I think she meant. Maybe she was just hoping I'd take her to a club.
"I'm sorry about earlier," I say.
"Which part?" Her forehead is wrinkled and I grip the steering wheel to keep my hand from reaching out to smooth her skin.