Gripping my head, she pulls me forward and resumes our kiss.
I love when she’s bold. It drives me wild.
I’ve never kissed someone with such intensity. It’s surreal. My dick strains in my pants, wanting some of its own selfish attention.
Fuck, what is this girl doing to me?
Soft, sexy moans slip past her lips as I ravage her mouth. Time stands still. It’s only the two of us in our small world. Our moment.
All of a sudden, the skies open and rain pours down onto us, cold and hard.
She breaks away with a shriek. “Ahh! Shit!”
The heavy downpour soaks us to the bone, and I laugh, unable to help myself.
What an ending to a perfect night.
“Want to come in and get dry?” Raina offers as she motions me up the walkway. We stand under the doorway awning that offers a little shield.
I want to. God, do I want to. But I can’t.
I need to end tonight here. On a good note.
Fucking this up is not an option.
She deserves the best, and that’s what I intend to give her.
“I want to, but it’s late, and I doubt your RA would like a boy coming inside with you at this time of morning. But,” I say, pulling my phone out, “may I have your number, pretty please?” I give her my best sexy grin, and she giggles.
“What if I say no?” Raina challenges and leans back against the door.
I cage her in with my arms on either side of her head and lean in close. “I think that kiss we shared proves you won’t.”
She looks up at me, wide-eyed and beautiful. I push a wet strand of hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Hmm.” Her eyes dance with delight. “I can’t argue with that.”
Raina rattles off the numbers, and I type them into a new message and click send. Her phone pings, and she takes it out of her bag. “Who could this be so early in the morning?” Her face lights up as she saves the number in her phone.
Could she be any more adorable? I want to take her home with me. “Good night, Raina. Until we meet again.”
“Good night,” she whispers and places a soft kiss on my lips before she slips inside.
I grab an Uber home. Walking in the rain isn’t appealing without a beautiful girl to share it with.
Man, this girl dug her way inside. It nags at me in both a good and bad way. She has the personality to go along with her looks, a sense of humor, and an adventurous spirit.
And that kiss. My dick stirs as I relive the memories. Her lips, her taste, the way we melded together like it was meant to be. The attraction and chemistry sizzled between us.
What in the ever loving fuck is wrong with me?
I sound like a sappy lovestruck fool.
But how can I not? She’s the complete package.
I’d be an idiot not to get to know her.
So, what’s the bad, then?
The distraction, I think to myself as I slide the key in the lock to my apartment. This is my year to focus. I’ve said it to myself a hundred times, yet it doesn’t stick.
Distractions hide things you don’t want others to see. Or see yourself.
I blow out a breath and scrub a hand down my face. The kitchen is dark when I walk through the door, and I flip the switch, illuminating the entire room with bright light. The place is a mess with dishes and empty food containers lying around.
Remind me to clean tomorrow.
I bypass the mess and head to the fridge. Three cans of beer left. I grab them all, then decide better of it and put two back. It’s late; what the hell do I need three cans for?
Fuck, go to bed already. Don’t ruin a good night.
Ruin a good night? With one beer?
Conflicting thoughts drive me crazy. One night with her and I feel like the biggest ass for drinking.
Is drinking a beer every night that awful?
Fuck me. It never just ends with one beer.
Like the vodka in my flask.
But that’s different.
It was liquid courage, then. A lot of musicians do shots before performing. It’s normal.
Cracking my beer open, I sit on the edge of my bed. I chug half of it down in one gulp.
Raina.
Her beautiful face pops into my mind, and my urge for more beer lessens. I just need to get out of these clothes, take a warm hot shower, and get some damn sleep.
An hour later, I’m lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. My head buzzes from the beer, my stomach full.
So much for not drinking all three cans. Once I get the taste, I can’t stop. I almost took one of Drew’s, but I knew he would say something, and I don’t care for the drama. A lecture is the last thing I need. He gave me plenty of those last year.
I roll over to my side, my eyes heavy. The events from today spin around and around in my head. Band tryouts went better than I expected and meeting Raina is the reason.
It’s crazy, it sounds crazy in my head. But for some reason, I know it’s true. A gut feeling maybe.
And spending the entire evening with her was easy and comfortable. Relaxing, in a way. Something I haven’t felt in a long time with another person.
Memories of my mother swarm my head. I push them away because their presence only makes me crave more alcohol.
Instead, I reach for my phone. Opening my messages, I find Raina.
L: G’nite. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. ;)
I doubt she’s still awake.
A second later, the bubble pops up. She replies.
My heart picks up speed, and I grip the phone.
R: Oh, they won’t. I only let certain things bite me. Hehe. G’nite, Levi.
My dick stirs in my boxers, and I reach down to adjust it. Damn, this girl. I didn’t expect such a flirtatious side, but fuck, do I love it.
Tucking my phone away, I close my eyes and let the warmth from my beers and the thought of Raina’s delicious taste lull me to sleep.
L: Morning. Happy Saturday. Last night wasn’t really a dream, was it?
R: I hope not. It was too good to only be a dream.
L: Tell me more.
R: In your dreams. Lol
L: Ha! Good one. It’s time for band practice. 2nd round of tryouts today. Wish us luck!
R: Good luck! U’ll rock.
L: How was ur day? Mondays suck.
R: Lol. For real. Is it over yet?
L: Almost. U got this.
L: Morning, beautiful. I already miss ur voice.
R: Shhh, I’m still sleeping. Someone kept me up all night.
L: Who would do such a thing?
R: I’ll give u one guess…
R: I declare history officially sucks balls.
L: Lol. Sucks balls? That’s not very ladylike.
R: History isn’t either. Remind me why we need to learn this shit?
L: It makes u smarter.
R: Ha!
I’ve never sent this many text messages in a short period. I’m afraid my phone’ll explode. My fingers ache as they fly over the on-screen keyboard, yet I can’t get enough.
Texting with Raina is exciting and fun. It helps get through the long days of classes and band practice.
Our second round of tryouts went better than the first. I pictured myself singing to Raina, as if she were there out in the audience, cheering me on.
We wait now until we hear something, but that doesn’t mean we stop practicing. We’ve rehearsed all of our old shit, added some new twists, and have a lineup of songs ready to go if the callback comes through.