Wanting Winter(72)

“I think so. Okay, you’re on.” They shake hands again, I groan.

“You still need me to agree to this.”

“Come on, if she does let you get that far, just think how good the prize will be. All that money and you get your dick wet by that tight ass.” Danny pats my shoulder. I really don’t feel right doing it, but with all the guys looking at me, I groan and nod in agreement and they all cheer.

“Well, your first week starts now. Good luck.” Aaron smirks at me. I am already starting to regret this.

I watch as Sasha leaves through the back doors and, without thinking, my feet start chasing after her. I don’t know what I’m doing but I call out to her, and when she stops and faces me, her face is all scrunched in confusion, I can’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“What’s up?” she asks me, her head turned to the side a little.

“I was wondering if I could walk you to class?” I see the wheels turning in her head before she shrugs.

“Okay.” She starts walking and I fall in beside her. The walk is silent, no words are forming and I have no clue what to say. My friends are betting to see if I can fuck you, what do you think of that topic? Yeah, I can’t say that. I’m still trying to figure out what to say when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull out my phone and see a text from my dad. He’s working late.

Again.

“Are you okay?” Her voice pulls me out of my trance.

“Yeah, fine.”

She nods. “Your forehead was all scrunched up, that’s all.” Out of reaction, I press my fingers to my forehead.

“It was my dad.”

She nods again. “And you don’t get along with him?”

“I hardly see him. The only way he communicates with me is through text messages.”

“I’m sorry to hear that” We walk in silence again.

“What about your dad? Are you close?” Her eyes dart to the ground as she walks.

“I was close to my dad. He passed away four years ago.” I feel even shitier than I did before.

“I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know,” She whispers as she swats away a stray tear. “God, look at me.” She chuckles. “Bet you didn’t plan for this on the walk to class.” I stand in front of her and grab hold of one of her hands.

“I’m glad that you opened up. If you ever want to talk, depressing or not,” we both chuckle, “I’m here.” She looks up to me with her big eyes and I know I should walk away, leave this poor girl alone, but her eyes are drawing me in, trapping me.

“Good to know. Might hold you to that.” She smiles.

“Please do.” We walk in silence again.

“So, are you going to watch me practice? See what your talent show is investing in?” I eventually ask and she laughs.

“I’ll think about it.” Her smile is so contagious that I can’t help smiling with her. We get to her class and stand there facing one another. “Thank you for walking me to class.”

“Anytime. It was fun.” She shakes her head.

“Liar.” She chuckles and I move closer to her, lifting her chin so her eyes connect with mine.

“I enjoyed walking with you.” My eyes train on her mouth when she licks her lips and I’m dying to press my mouth against hers. “There’s a party this Friday. Come.” I want to spend more time with her. The more I’m around her, the more I’m fascinated by her.

“Is that an order or a request?” she breathes out, making my whole body vibrate with pure want.

“Both.” I step back.

“Maybe.” She smiles and heads into class. I watch as she sits in her seat and she looks surprised when she notices I’m still standing there. I probably look like a weirdo but when she smiles brightly at me, giving me a little wave, it makes it worth it.





Excerpt - Chapter 4





Sasha





I drive home after school and when I open my garage, where me and my band practice, I see they are already there. Including Karen, who is the guitarist/manager. She’s glued to social media most of the time anyway, so we make her promote us and keep our website up-to-date.

“Why haven’t you been replying to my messages?” Karen waltzes up to me. Since Colin took me to class, rumors already spread around school and Karen was first to question me. I switched off my phone and decided I would wait until now to talk to her.

During the rest of school, my mind kept drifting off to Colin. I still don’t understand why he wanted to walk with me. I wasn’t really all that nice to him. God, I can’t believe I talked to him about my dad, got all emotional in front of him. But him holding my hand, touching my chin. Wow. His touch makes this electric energy surge through my entire body and I know he is going to be trouble.

I can feel it.

“Colin walked me to class and we talked, that’s it.” I head to my guitar, placing the strap around my shoulder.

“I heard his body was basically pressed against yours. He was holding your face.” Her hands go to her hips. Our school really needs to get a life.

“He touched my chin, he was being nice.”

“Who touches chins?” I don’t mean to, but I burst out laughing.