Wanting Winter(3)

“What have men been saying about me?” I could guess but I want to hear it from him.

“That you are unattainable. Men have tried and failed. Do you not like men?” He cocks his head to the side a little watching me.

“I very much like men; I just don’t spread my legs to any guy who thinks by saying a few nice things means they get a quick fuck.”

“But you enjoy taunting them. I saw you with your friend outside before. He seemed like a nice guy who isn’t after a quick fuck, yet you also turned him down.”

I knew someone had been watching me. “You’ve been watching me.” It isn’t a question, just a fact.

“Like I said, you fascinate me. What fascinates me more is that you followed me out here.”

I open and close my mouth like a fish, unsure what to say. He is right: I did follow him and I still don’t know why. “I guess you fascinate me too.”

“Because I was watching you?” He takes one step closer to me; I feel my heart hammering in my chest.

I shrug. “Maybe. Were you enjoying watching me?” I tease.

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I get why men are drawn to you.” He steps even closer to me, his fingers stroking down my cheeks to my lips. “You are very beautiful; your confidence makes that even sexier. But it's your eyes.” He lifts my chin so I am looking right at him. “Your eyes could bring a man to his knees.”

My mouth goes a little dry. “I'm nothing special.”

“But you are.”

I jump when I hear a car horn behind him. He turns, looking at the car, and I see a guy waving him over. I don’t want him to leave.

He faces me again. “I have to go.”

“Okay,” I say measly. I want to scream at him to please stay.

“It was nice talking to you, Winter.” He gives me a small smile before walking towards the car.

I wrap my arms around myself. It’s so weird, but I feel a little sad. I turn around, heading back inside, when I hear my name being called. I turn to see him running back to me and before I can say a word, his lips land on mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, arching my body into him, and his hands go to my waist, pulling me into him. The kiss is hard and needy. When he pulls back, our breathing is coming out in pants.

Holy Jesus this man can kiss.

“Will be seeing you around, Winter.” He heads back to the car and I watch him get in—I watch until he is gone.

Why did it feel like that was more of a promise?

Heading back inside I can't stop the smile on my face.





Trent


“Who’s the girl?” my best friend and roommate, Drake, asks me.

I continue looking out the window until I can no longer see her. Fuck, that kiss went straight to my dick. “That was Winter Daniels,” I tell him.

He looks at me with a surprised look before looking back to the road. “Winter Daniels, as in ‘the college Ice Queen’? She let you kiss her? I assumed she was a lesbian.”

If I hadn’t seen her get turned on in the kitchen with that preppy boy, I would have thought the same as she’d been really into that kiss with the girl on the dancefloor. “Obviously not.”

“Is she all stuck up like people say?”

“No, she doesn’t appear to be. I guess she’s just protective of herself. Men try and get into her pants, so I don’t blame her for acting like she does.” A strange emotion washes over me when I picture men trying to get with her, and I shake it off.

“If she would let me fuck her, I would. I have crushed on that girl since I first saw her. Of course, you would get a chance at being with her.” He shakes his head. “That girl is hot as hell, but she doesn't even know it. You watch the beautiful girls fawn over themselves, but Winter…” He pauses. “She is in a league of her own. I can't believe you kissed her. It looked like a hot kiss.”

Fuck yeah, it was. I know I am going to kiss her again.

I have to kiss her again.





Two





Winter





I definitely have the Monday blues, and I’m also disappointed in myself.

The guy I kissed on Saturday night has been on my mind all day yesterday and I have tried to search for him but to no avail. It doesn't help that I don’t even know what his name is. I let a stranger kiss me and I didn’t ask for a stupid name.

But he knew my name. He said he had heard of me. I guess men gossip just as bad as girls. I don’t know if I should feel flattered or concerned as he seemed really interested in me. Images of his eyes keep flashing in my mind. God, the way he was looking at me…

Heading towards the campus, I am in my own world when I feel someone bounce into me. I turn to see Candice smiling at me before she links her arm through mine. I hate how bubbly she is first thing in the morning.

“Guess who I fucked last night?” She squeezes my arm.

I roll my eyes. “Is it a celebrity?”

“Nope.”

“Then I have no idea.”

“Joshua Thomson.”

I stop walking and face her. “I told you what happened on Saturday between him and me, and you still slept with him? Do you know how fucked up that is?”