Wanting Winter(11)

Heading to the kitchen, I make two takeaway cups of coffee and I'm walking to the couch when there is a knock on my door. I open it to see a freshly-showered Trent, his hair watered back, his black jeans sitting nicely on his hips and a white tee hugging his toned body.

I am sure I’ve forgotten how to talk.

I notice his eyes trailing over my body. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Don’t you think I look okay?” I look down my body.

He walks in wrapping his arms around me. “You look so good; I know men are going to be ogling you all day.”

“Women are going to be drooling over you,” I say back.

His lips are on me again. This time though, it's hard and fast. He's kissing me with such intensity, and I kiss him just as badly. Pinning me against my door, he lifts me, my skirt riding around my waist.

“I think I like you in a skirt after all,” he says before kissing me again then letting me back down. “Least men are going to see my mark.”

I look at him confused and he smirks at me, pointing to my breast. I walk away from him going to my mirror and I see a huge hickey. Why haven’t I seen that before? “You gave me a hickey?”

“I guess I was in the moment.” He shrugs but I see that he's not sorry.

“You did it on purpose.”

“We are going to be late.” He takes hold of my hand and leads me out of the house, locking up for me and holding my laptop bag.

“I will get you back,” I say when we are walking down the stairs.

“Oh really?” I hear his playful voice taunting me.

“Yes really. Like I told you, I don’t like being controlled. This is showing your controling nature.”

Before I get in the car, he stops me, making me face him. “Is it wrong of me that I want the assholes on campus to see that you are taken?”

“I don’t seem to remember you asking me to be yours.” I cross my arms.

“Are you being serious?” His hands go to the back of his neck.

“Yes. You have said you like me, but you have never said, ‘Winter, be mine’, or ‘would you like to be my girlfriend’.” I know I sound like a bitch right now, but I don’t want him to see me as a prize or a possession.

“Is that what this is about? You want me to ask you to be my girlfriend?”

“No, it doesn't matter.” I get in my seat and wait for him to get in the passenger side.

All the way back to campus, the ride is quiet. Neither of us says a word and I start to feel that last night and this morning is now a distant memory. Maybe I did take it the wrong way. I went a little crazy over something so silly, but it’s something that I need to stay strong about; I need to uphold those principles.

I just need to.

As I park up, he gets out of the car and I can feel my eyes start to prickle with tears.

I’ve messed up.

Getting out of the car, I lean against my side of the door taking in deep breathes. I will myself to not cry. I can’t even remember the last time I cried, and right now I just want to let out a huge sob.

Candice walks towards me, and picks up her pace when she notices how upset I must look. “Are you okay? Did that fucker hurt you?” she says angrily.

“I think I fucked up.” I hug myself.

“What happened?”

I tell her about last night and this morning and about him getting out of the car without saying a single word to me. “I shouldn’t have mentioned the girlfriend thing. I scared him off. I should have waited before bringing up that stupid word.”

“He's the one giving you mixed signals, saying he wants to take it slow and get to know you. It sounded like he wanted to be in a relationship with you. To me it sounds like he was playing games with you.” She pulls me into a hug.

“I was basically throwing myself at him, and I’m sure I was being all clingy this morning, not wanting him to go and get showered.” I hit my head with my palm.

I wouldn’t let him go shower. How pathetic am I?

“You haven't liked a guy in so long, so of course you are going to want all his attention and be around him. Come on let's not think about him again.”

I nod, and we start walking towards campus but stop when we see a crowd has pulled up on the far end of the quad. Candice and I look to one another and start heading that way. We notice Patrick and he waves, coming on over.

“What’s going on?” Candice asks him.

“This guy is making a declaration.” He shakes his head.

When we get closer, my mouth drops when I see Trent standing on the school statue. When he notices me, he smiles at me, giving me a wink. “Can I get everyone's attention?” Everyone whispers, girls looking up at him with googly eyes. “I want to ask Winter Daniels to be my girl.”

Oh, my God. What is he doing?

“Winter, do you know this guy?” Patrick asks me, but I can’t say a word.

“Winter, be mine, please.” Trent pleads with me. I look up at his eyes and see how vulnerable he looks. I look around. Girls are glaring at me, and guys have their mouths hanging open.

“Of course, I'll be yours,” I shout at him. He holds out his hand for me to take and helps me up, kissing me. I pull back wrapping my arm around his neck. “You are crazy.” I laugh. “I thought I ruined it.”