When I Was Yours(10)

It makes my cock stand to attention.

“Well, for all you know, as well as being a crappy artist, I could also be as dumb as bricks.”

That makes me laugh. “Well, are you?” I ask, my hands coming to rest on my hips.

“What? Dumb as bricks?”

I nod, smiling.

“Quite possibly.” She gives me a lasting grin that I feel all the way deep down in my gut. Then, she grabs her sketchpad and shoves it in her bag. “Shit,” she mutters, looking around, running her hand over the surface of the rock.

“Something wrong?”

“I’ve lost my pencil. It’s just…it wasn’t cheap—well, for a pencil, and—”

“It’s in your hair.”

“Oh.” She touches a hand to the top of her ponytail, her cheeks turning pink. “Thanks.”

She pulls the pencil from her hair and drops it into her bag. Hooking the bag onto her shoulder, she starts to climb down the rock.

She’s leaving?

Her feet hit the sand. “Well, it was nice talking to you,” she says, turning to me.

She starts to move past me, and I’m just standing here, like a limp f*cking noodle. I watch her go, desperately trying to think of anything to keep her here for just a few minutes longer.

Aside from blurting out that I want to take her out, I’m at a f*cking loss.

Then, out of nowhere, she stops abruptly and turns back to me. “Did you change your mind?”

“Change my mind? About what?” My mouth is so dry it’s like I’m talking through cotton wool. I’ve seriously never had this kind of reaction to a girl before. “Do you mean about buying a drawing from you? Because—”

“No. I meant, did you change your mind about asking me out?”

My mouth literally drops open. “I-I—” That’s honestly all I’ve got. I can’t seem to get my brain to compute to my mouth, not that it would have much to send.

“I mean, it doesn’t matter to me if you have. I was just wondering.” Her head tilts to the side, and then a light blush starts to creep over her face as her eyes spark with something that looks an awful lot like realization. “Oh God. Have I gotten the wrong guy?” She presses her palms to her cheeks.

“The wrong guy?” I feel like I’ve just had a brick dropped on my head.

Was she supposed to be meeting some other guy here, like a blind date or something? I sincerely f*cking hope not.

“You don’t live at that house there?” She points in the direction of my house. “Standing out on the balcony every day for the last week, watching me sketch?”

Then, it hits me.

Max.

Motherf*cker.

Ask me if I’ve ever been embarrassed.

Never. Not once in my whole life.

Not even when the maid at my parents’ house walked in and caught me jacking off to Hentai porn in my bedroom when I was sixteen. Hey, don’t judge. I’d pretty much worn out all other kinds of porn by that point, so it was either cartoon porn or old-lady porn. So, Hentai it was. And the fact that I ended up f*cking the maid the next day has nothing to do with it.

But the fact is, nothing has ever embarrassed me—until now.

Max told her that I’d been watching her—like a stalker.

I’m going to kill him.

I’m actually going to kill him and dump his body in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and I won’t feel an ounce of remorse.

“Max,” I grunt out, practically choking on the heat burning up my throat. “The guy you met yesterday, the one who helped you when you dropped your bag, did he tell you all of that, about me…watching—” I can’t even finish that sentence.

Her face clears, and she smiles sweetly, giving a light shrug, as she hitches her bag up her shoulder. “Can’t say I’ve met a Max.” Her lips innocently purse together.

She’s so met him. And she so knows I’ve been watching her. I should want to die from the horror of the embarrassment.

But I’ve realized one glaring fact. Even while knowing all about me stalker-watching her, she still wanted me to ask her out.

I want to marry her on the spot—or at the very least, get her naked and f*ck her.

“Anyway, I have to run—”

“Wait, what?”

“I have to go,” she says on a smile, taking a small step away.

“No, wait. Go out with me. Right now. I’m not a serial killer, and I’m really not a stalker, honestly. I just liked watching you sketch—in the non-weirdest way possible.”

I give her my best smile, and she giggles.

“You know where I live. You’re safe with me. And I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. You name the place. Just…just say yes. You won’t regret it. I swear.”

And there’s the Adam Gunner I know. About f*cking time he showed up.

A big smile pushes up her lips, and if I thought she was stunning before, she’s f*cking resplendent now.

Heat starts in the center of my chest and quickly spreads throughout the rest of my body. Like hot air filling a balloon and rising up to the sky, she has me floating.

“I’ll let you know,” she says, taking another step away.

What?

That takes me back a step. I didn’t expect that response. It’s either yes or no usually. Well, actually, it’s never no.