Are you going to
drink that?” His hand reached for the long slender glass filled
with the Skip and Go Naked I hadn’t even tasted yet. His fingers
brushed and touched mine as they landed in between. He stared into
my eyes.
“ No, I wasn’t, someone just
handed it to me, I swear.” I blinked and looked away.
I was such a baby. What a
square. Busted from a government teacher I had the total hots for.
Prepare for the lecture, it’s coming, wait, wait, here it
comes.
“ What’s it called?” He took
the glass from my hand.
“ Skip and Go Naked.” He
looked at me, smiled, put it to his nose and inhaled.
“ May I taste
it?”
“ Sure. I couldn’t tell you
what it tasted like. I haven’t even put it to my mouth.”
I watched him press the drink to his
pouty, wet, inviting bottom lip, and tilt the glass as the Naked
went Skipping down his throat. Holy crap for the sake of Pete, I
wanted to be that drink. His shirt pulled at his bicep as he held
the glass to his mouth, his neck exposed, I could swear he was
inviting me to press my lips to his throat. I swallowed hard and
smacked my lips.
“ Not bad. Thanks.” He
handed it back to me. He took his hand and ran it through his hair.
It fell perfect across his forehead. Frickin kill me now, hello, stimulus overload.
“ You’re
welcome.”
He stared at me, and for a moment,
time froze. An exchange of pure magnetism forced its way between
us, enchanting me with the possibility of being with him beyond my
fanciful thoughts.
“ I’d better get back to my
brother before I—before he gets into any trouble.” He walked out of the room
leaving me with my half swallowed Skippin’ Naked.
I wasn’t going to take a
drink of the Going Naked Skippin’ but at this point, I needed
something to cool the raging desires that kept catching my breath
low in my throat and ripping it out. By the time I looked down at
my glass it was empty and I was feeling numb. I went downstairs to
the kitchen and asked the person making the mixed drinks for
another Naked Skipper. Funny they seemed
to know exactly what I was asking for .
Pretty fast, I had another drink in my hand.
I couldn’t help but look
for him. God, he was so everything to me. I would give up food for
him. If he told me that I couldn’t eat pizza anymore, I would stop.
He had no idea how much power he had over me. That was a scary
thought. I was never one of those girls before him. You know the kind. They can’t talk about
anything but the guy their crushing on. They become obsessed with
getting close to them. Holy cow that was me! I was the freaky
stalker girl. That was the one thing I never wanted to become; obsessed
with a guy. I never wanted to let someone hold that type of power
over me. Well, I’ve blown that deal. Good thing I didn’t make it
with the devil because he would have cashed in and I would be
perspiring in hell right now.
“ Oh My God Wilson, did you
see who was here?” Cindy staggered over to me.
“ Yeah, Mr.
Goldstein.”
“ How did you know? And
where have you been?” she slurred her words.
I hate to assume but I was going to do
it anyway. She had to be on her third or fourth
margarita.
“ I went upstairs to call
Joanie.” Which I got side tracked and
didn’t do.
“ I hope she’s not too upset
that you’re here with me and she’s not.”
“ I didn’t get through to
her. I’ll try tomorrow.” I looked past her trying to find him.
“ I can’t wait to tell
everyone back in Cali, that Mr. Goldstein came to my house to
party.” She flipped her hair and swung around.
“ Cindy! Wait. You can’t do
that.” The pores of my skin opened and I began to perspire. OK, I
was sweating. If she told anyone he was here, then he would lose
his job and I would lose my one good reason to stay at
Wesley.
“ What the hell. Why not?
Don’t you see the advantage I have now? No more B’s in his class. I
have to say, my ‘keeping quiet’ should be worth a solid A in his
class. Maybe
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