When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(50)
“Oh now that you’ve put it that way,” I offer sarcastically rubbing my hands down my face trying to build up enough courage to look up at Graham whose eyes are blazing into me making my skin feel as if it’s on fire.
A playful smirk crosses his face as he runs his gaze over my entire body. I sit helplessly on the counter top. He’s being flirtatious trying to ease up my mood. Wearing only my shorts and a black satin bra I feel exposed in front of the one boy who has the ability to make me feel vulnerable.
“You’re beautiful,” Graham whispers trailing his fingers over my collarbone and up my neck making goose bumps rise all over my skin. I shudder as Graham kisses along the same spots his fingers had just left a heated trail.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” I mutter in the most self-deprecating tone instantly regretting it. Pointing out all of Graham’s other options isn’t exactly going to make a case for why he should be where he’s at in this moment.
Graham’s eyes shoot up at me with pure dissatisfaction. He couldn’t be surprised that I believed that right? I mean, he is Graham freaking Black.
“I just want to make something clear with you. I’ve never and when I mean never I mean never have I ever said that to a girl. I have a reputation and I don’t want to lie to you about the type of guy that I have been in the past. I never felt the need to sweet talk all the other girls because I didn’t feel the way I feel about them like I do you. They were just there to pass the time, to relieve a satisfaction, an itch to scratch. That’s all.”
“Okay…” I say in shock stunned by what he had admitted. He likes me?
“I like you and it has nothing to do with what you did for me that night, but it does have everything to do with the person that you are. I don’t want you to think that this has to go any farther than what you want tonight. In fact, I’m not going to let it,” Graham begins to explain. I tried to interrupt, but he cuts me off. “Let me finish before you say anything. I’m not going to let this go any farther because you deserve better. Better than me, better than anyone. Your first time should be special and I can’t take that away from you. I won’t take that away from you.”
“Are you finished?” I raise an eyebrow at him and he nods. “I’m sitting here in just my shorts and bra if you haven’t noticed…”
“Ken, I’m not blind. Trust me I’ve noticed and it’s taking a lot to not rip them off you,” Graham looks me over like I am his last chance for a hot meal.
“You just made me feel…honestly I can’t even describe how you made me feel and what you did to me. You’re telling me that for once in your life you choose this moment to be a stand-up guy by not sleeping with me?” My smile widens in some sort of admiration.
“I guess I am. You deserve better than the bathroom counter top. It should be with someone special and if that ends up being me then great, but if it doesn’t then that’s fine too. I’ve told you before that I want to be nothing but honest with you and this is me being honest,” he admits flashing his perfect smile exposing his perfect white teeth.
“It appears so. Toss me my shirt,” I point to my t-shirt that’s crumpled up into a ball on the floor next to his discarded pants. There’s a satisfaction seeing our things together. I jump off the counter with the help of Graham placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Get in the shower and come to bed.”
Shutting the door behind me, I bounce over to my dresser pulling out a tank top throwing it over my head.
While I shamelessly listen to Graham’s shower running I think about his honesty. It’s sweet. Although I know I’m not ready to have sex, a part of me feels rejected by him. He’s known to sleep with just about everyone which is a good enough excuse not to be another notch on his bed post. I find myself being drawn to him despite his reputation. Especially after what just happened in the bathroom, it will be hard not to act on my impulses and jump on him the minute he walks out of the bathroom.
I sit up in bed waiting for him to finish up in the shower. I hear the water running then not too soon after shut off. The sink turns on and a drawer opens and closes a few times. Graham Black’s behind my door probably completely naked with droplets of water dripping down his hard body. God, I’m nervous.
Graham walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his boxer briefs that sit far too low on his hips making it impossible to concentrate. His skin glistens from the shower that I was just fantasizing about. I raked my eyes over his abdominal muscles letting out a quiet sigh. At least I think it is silent. Graham’s eyes snap up catching mine wandering all over his body.
“See something you like, Ken?” Graham laughs. I’ve been caught.
“You can’t possibly be real, right? I mean high school guys aren’t supposed to look like that and have bodies like yours. It’s sort of unfair to the rest of them,” I answer gesturing at his obvious immaculate toned body. I must have said something that amused him because he can’t stop laughing. I quickly change the subject out of shame. “How was the shower?”
“Cold.” he says bluntly looking amused running his hand through his damp hair. He looks sexier if that’s even possible.
“There wasn’t any hot water?” I question praying that the water heater didn’t take a dive again. That’s the last thing that my parents need to be worrying about.