Free Presently Perfect (Perfect #3) by Alison G. Bailey

person focused all his attention on an object, he could get it to move just by the sheer power of his mind. That’s all bullshit. I put every ounce of energy from my body, mind, and soul into that one slight movement. Her hand stayed still, just like the door had stayed closed earlier that day. Travis’s words from earlier crossed my mind, that I liked the big challenge of trying to get the girl more than the girl herself. At first, I thought that he might have a point. But when I walked outside and saw her waiting for me on the swing, I knew that the only challenge I’d face would be if Tweet wasn’t in my life.

 
     
     
     
    “Okay. I only have one more question then I’ll set you free.” She glanced up at me with that sweet shy smile I couldn’t get enough of.
    The varsity baseball coach had been impressed with my playing during freshman year and had asked me to try out for the team. I didn’t think I had a real chance of making it, I was only in my sophomore year. You usually didn’t play varsity until junior year. My dad taught me never to turn down an opportunity. Even though I was pretty nervous, I showed up for tryouts, and wound up making the team. The school paper had asked Tweet to write an article. I knew they asked her because we were friends. Tweet had been to every game I’d ever played in, but still knew zero about baseball.
    Not much had changed between us. My feelings for her were just as strong, if not stronger than ever before. Her feelings for me had apparently not changed either. She continued to limit our time together and as far as touching her, that was almost nonexistent. The only thing that had changed over the summer was that I had become an even hornier bastard with a little more confidence and less patience.
    Toward the end of the summer I started spending more time with Travis. Hanging out with him always involved girls at some point. We went to the movies with some, the beach with others, or hung out with a few at his house. All the girls were cute and seemed nice. They flirted with me. I held a few hands, touched a shoulder here and there, and even hugged one or two. Several of them had made it clear that they really liked me and wanted to make out. I got close to going with a couple, but when I looked into their eyes I froze.
    These girls wanted boyfriends who took them on dates, gave them flowers, and looked at them as if they were the only girl on the planet. I couldn’t do any of that, at least not with them. Travis gave me hell about it all the time. He kept telling me that I needed to release the beast within, forget about Tweet, and give other girls a chance. I tried.
    After that day under the pier, Brittani and I met up a couple more times during the summer, once at the beach and again at a party. It happened when being around Tweet and not touching her got to be unbearable. I was lonely and the hormones were making me nuts. I needed a release and Brittani was more than willing to lend a hand. She was different from most of the girls at school. She didn’t want hearts and flowers. She wanted to do whatever and whomeverwhen the mood struck her. She had one goal in life and that was to have as many guys standing in line waiting to release their beast with her.
    We basically rubbed up against each other, she let me touch her, and then we would go our separate ways. I attempted to kiss her a few times but always chickened out. She’d whine about it and I’d give her some excuse like my throat was sore. I didn’t know what was more lame, my excuses or the fact that she bought it every time. I felt guilty enough doing what I was doing. I tried hard to convince myself that I had no reason to feel guilty, but deep down I knew it was a lie. I had a reason and it was right beside me gnawing on her pen.
    We were sitting halfway up the bleachers at the school baseball field. Tweet was going to be a great journalist. She was able to set the mood so that the interviewee was