Free Hypnotized by Lacey Wolfe Page A

together.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I, uh.” She took a deep breath. “I should reciprocate, but I’ve never been…never…”
    “Never what?”
    She closed her eyes tightly. “Don’t make me say it.”
    Kissing her cheek lightly, I whispered, “You can tell me anything. I’d never judge you for anything.”
    “I’m not good at…” She paused and the next part came out softly. “Hand jobs.”
    “Paisley, look at me.” I waited until her blue eyes finally gazed back into mine. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
    “But you just—”
    “I don’t expect you to reciprocate.” And I didn’t. Just getting to touch Paisley the way I had was enough for me.
    “I want to, though.”
    I grunted. She was trying to kill me. “Let’s just talk for a bit.” I pulled her into a sitting position alongside me. “Classes are starting soon. Are you excited?”
    “Way to change the subject.” She giggled. “A little.”
    “Do you have a major picked out yet?”
    “Hell no.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulder. “I’m only eighteen. It’s insane they want me to decide what I want to do right now for the rest of my life. I’m hoping I have an idea after the core classes.”
    I smiled. She was on to something. “What interests you?”
    “I honestly don’t know. Is that sad?”
    “No.” At twenty-three, I really had no idea what I wanted to do, either. I agreed with her thinking that adults expected us to know just what we wanted to do with our lives the second we graduated high school.
    She rubbed my arm. “You mentioned you write?”
    “I do.”
    Staring into my eyes, she asked the question I always hated. “What do you write?”
    I ran my fingers along her forearm. “Before I met you, I was writing a crime-thriller featuring a serial killer.”
    “How has that changed since meeting me?” She raised an eyebrow.
    My serial killer muse had died and had been replaced with a goddess. “Now I feel like writing sappy romances.”
    She shoved my shoulder playfully. “You’re crazy. I’d love to see what you’ve written.”
    I shook my head. “No one’s ever laid eyes on it. I’d be nervous. What if it sucks?”
    “Doubtful. I bet you’re going to be the next James Patterson.”
    “You’ve got that much faith, and you’ve never read it?” I cocked an eyebrow.
    She rubbed my cheek and stared into my eyes. “I do.”
    Damn it. This girl was under my skin. Leaning forward, I kissed her again. When I pulled back, she grinned. “Why are you smiling?”
    “You make me happy.”
    “I better get you home.” I stood and pulled her up with me. “Otherwise, I’m gonna keep you on my couch all day.”
    “I wouldn’t mind.”
    She might not, but I needed to take things slow with her and make sure she knew just how much I cared for her. But first, I needed to wrap my own head around how much I liked her.
     

 

     
    Classes are beginning tomorrow. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. For the last twenty minutes hoping I’ve paced my apartment hoping I have everything. Books: check. Paper: check. Pencils: check. It’s the first day. How much work is really going to be done? The teachers will probably just stand there and talk about the semester—yadda, yadda, yadda—and then they’ll dismiss us and off we go to the next class to repeat the above.
    I hadn’t spent as much time with Gabe this past week as I would’ve liked. He’d been taking care of his brother a lot. I was curious about the situation. He hadn’t gone into much detail, but I could tell whatever was going on, it bothered him. I figured if he wanted to talk to me about it, eventually he would.
    This girlfriend thing wasn’t new to me, but it felt that way with Gabe. I was a fumbling mess.
    We hadn’t made out again since that day on his couch over a week ago. I still got a shiver when I thought about it. It hadn’t been my first taste of an orgasm, but it had been my best.
    My