Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (65 page)

Chapter
Seven

  
Ashley
worked with me for thirty minutes after we got back from lunch, giving me some
hints and explanations for what I was trying to understand in Psychology. I
started to feel a little bit better about it, and thought that maybe—just
maybe—a little more studying would get the material into my head. But I kept
thinking about Ty: how cute he was, how sweet he was, and how much I wanted to
see him again.

  
“What
do you think of Ty?” Ashley looked up from her own study materials.

  
“His
roommate is kind of cute,” she said, shrugging with a little grin. “And I mean,
Ty is totally just—completely into you.”

  
“Do
you think so?” I smiled, blushing.

  
“Oh
yeah. It’s obvious. He wants you bad, girl.” I snorted.

  
“Should
I have let him go ahead last night?” Ashley shrugged.

  
“If
you didn’t feel comfortable with it, then no. You shouldn’t ever do something
with a guy just because you think that they expect it from you.” She looked at
me more closely. “Did he give you a hard time about it?”

  
“Oh,
no.” I shook my head. “He was really, really sweet about it. He said he never
wants me to feel pressured or uncomfortable or anything like that.”

  
“In
that case, he’s golden,” Ashley said. “And going to lunch with you less than a
day after the first date is a good sign.” We chatted about lunch for a little while
longer, but Ashley had to go off campus to get something for one of her
classes. As soon as she was gone, I took my phone out.

I
 
told myself that Ty and I had agreed to check in on each other later; it
wouldn’t be a terrible thing if I texted him first. I took a deep breath to
steady my nerves and opened up my messenger app, pulling up my conversation
from earlier with Ty.

I had no idea why I felt so nervous, but I
did; I thought I’d just send a quick little text—something he could ignore if
he felt like it, and not too needy.

  
How’s studying going?
I added a book
emoji and tapped send. I tried to go back to my own studying but I knew I was
just waiting to see if my phone would buzz, if Ty would reply to me quickly or
if he was too busy or didn’t care enough.

  
Just
when I was starting to feel stupid about even waiting, my phone buzzed on the
table and I snatched it up, almost dropping it in the process.

Slowly!
I swear they must make these textbooks boring on purpose. How about you?
I thought about the question for a minute. I did feel like I was closer to
understanding the
         
material I was
supposed to know for the next class—but I was also dreading the possibility
that in learning the new material I might have forgotten some of the old stuff.
Even worse: I thought I might be totally wrong about understanding it.

Brains
are so weird,
I wrote back.
I now know for sure that I am never going to take another psychology
class for the rest of my life.
I tapped send, and then immediately wondered
if it sounded too much like I was whining. I told myself I couldn’t go back in
time and take it back, and if I sent another text it would look weird.

I
barely got out of my own psych class alive, so don’t feel bad,
Ty wrote back, and I smiled to myself.

How
do you get through your studying sessions? Music or TV?
Ashley had left
NCIS
playing on the
TV in our room, but I didn’t mind; it was really just background noise.

Either
one. I can’t study in a completely quiet room! It drives me crazy.
I chuckled, imagining Ty trying to study somewhere like the Library and
eventually knocking over bookshelves just to make some noise. I wrote the idea
back to him.
I totally would! You’re
right about that. Are you watching TV?

I told him I was, and he asked what show;
I told him what Ashley had put on, and he and I started texting back and forth
about the episode, comparing our thoughts. There was a romance scene in the
episode and at first we started making fun of it, but then it was like it had
been the night before at the fair: we actually started getting into the idea.
If I worked in a lab like that, I’d love it
if someone surprised me in the middle of the workday with a little picnic in a
closet,
I wrote to Ty.

I
will totally keep that in mind,
he wrote back.
Let me know when you take Biology and Bio
Lab.
I snickered at the idea of Ty surprising me with a picnic in the
Biology Lab closet; I didn’t think that would go over too well with the
administration.

I
don’t think they’d let us get away with that. But I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t
be the first ones to make out in that closet.
I was tingling
all over, watching the scene in front of me on the TV and imagining what it
would be like if it was Ty and I instead of the actors in the show.

What
do you think it would take to get in real trouble? Making out…or would we have
to do more?
I licked my lips, already starting to get
a little turned on.

What
did you have in mind?
My throat felt tight and dry, and I
remembered the way I’d almost given into the temptation to have sex with Ty the
night before. I told myself that it would be good to know what he thought about
sex before we actually did the deed—I was just being conscientious.

Well
hopefully it wouldn’t be our first time together,
Ty wrote.
So assuming that it wasn’t, I’d
probably text you to tell you to meet me in the closet, and once we were in
there, I’d start with kissing you.
My heart beat faster in my chest and I
could feel my pussy starting to get just a little bit wet, my body heating up
bit by bit. I asked him what he’d do after that.
I’d hope that you were wearing a skirt or a dress. It’d be a little
weird to get totally naked in the closet, right?
I giggled at that.

Yeah,
it would be kind of bad to get caught with both of us naked,
I agreed.
Maybe if I knew in advance that
you were going to seduce me, I could wear a skirt and no panties underneath.
My cheeks burned with a blush but I made myself send the text anyway. My heart
pounded in my chest as I waited for his reaction.

Oh
god that’s so hot.
I grinned at the response I got from Ty.
Another text popped up while I was still reacting.
One of these days if we ever get around to having sex, we have to do
that. God. I’m picturing you in that closet, up against the shelves…you are
evil!
I giggled again and put my phone aside for a moment, breathing slowly
to keep my own arousal from driving me out of my mind. I scrubbed at my face.
My body was burning up, I was already so turned on; I wasn’t even pretending to
look at my book anymore, and I wasn’t even really paying attention to the TV
show. My phone buzzed on my lap and I picked it up, looking down at my screen.
Do you want to come over here and study? I’m
feeling a bit lonely in spite of the TV and the texts.

I thought about it. Part of my brain
screamed out that I would be absolutely stupid if I didn’t take the invitation.
But the responsible part of my head told me that I’d be insane if I did take
it. There was no way that Ty only had studying in mind, not after the
conversation we’d been having. If I went over there, he’d almost certainly make
a move on me, and I was pretty sure I’d let him, without even thinking about
it. Even if I didn’t want to actually get studying done, I wasn’t sure if I was
entirely ready to have sex with him yet.

I cringed as I wrote my response to his
question.
I know good and damn well that
we wouldn’t get any studying done at all! But once I’ve got this all down, I
wouldn’t mind coming over to “study” sometimes.
I took a deep breath and
tapped send, hoping that I wasn’t totally ruining any and all chances I had
with Ty. I didn’t want him to think I was some prude who would never put out;
but I didn’t want him to think I was easy, either. And I didn’t want to think
that of myself.

You’re
totally right,
Ty wrote me back.
Let’s both get really good studying in now so we can fool around later.
I smiled with relief at the fact that at least Ty wasn’t offended by me turning
down his invitation.

Yes!
I bit my lip as I typed out my response, adding,
How about on Monday, once you’ve got the test behind you?
Ty texted
back that he thought that sounded like a great idea, and I set my phone aside.
I was hot all over, tingling from head to toe; I was never going to get any
studying done when I was distracted like that. I put my books aside and went
into my room to grab my towel and bathrobe, and then I stepped into the shower
and turned the water on.

The cold water that blasted me was the
farthest thing from comfortable that I could imagine, but it did the trick
within a few minutes, cooling me off. I was definitely looking forward to my
date with Ty, and I thought that maybe—just maybe—I’d give into temptation the
next time, if the opportunity came up.

Chapter Eight

Monday afternoon, I got my exam done as
quickly as I possibly could; I knew I’d be seeing Nicole again that night, and
I wanted to hurry through the day as much as possible, to get to the part of
the day where we would be spending time together. I had made plans for us
again, and I thought that maybe for the third date—if the second date went
well—I’d open it up to Nicole to pick where we went. I’d called a restaurant
that I used to work at in my sophomore year and got reservations for us; Monday
nights were never all that busy when I was working there, so I figured it would
be pretty easy to get a table. I’d been right; they were happy to have me in.

I texted Nicole to make sure she was still
going to be able to go out with me that night, and when she sent me a picture
of her smiling into the camera in response, I got back to the dorms as quickly
as I could and started getting ready to go out. I took a shower and checked on
my bank account. Since I’d been to the restaurant before once as a customer, I
knew I didn’t have to make myself crazy dressing up—and I texted Nicole to tell
her that we would be going to dinner, and that she didn’t have to stress out
too much, either.

I changed into a pair of black pants and a
dress shirt, and counted down the minutes until I could walk over to Nicole’s
dorm to pick her up. I debated getting in my car and driving to the grocery
store to buy her flowers; part of me thought it would almost certainly
demonstrate how much I liked her and wanted to get even closer to her, but
another part thought she would probably think it was hokey and lame. I told
myself that I’d find a reason to get her flowers for another date, when I found
out if she even liked flowers—and if she did, which ones she liked.

Finally I was able to walk over to her
dorm. My heart was pounding in my chest with anticipation of what Nicole would
look like, how she’d like the place I was taking her to.
Well if she hates it then obviously we won’t be good together, so at
least there’s that,
I thought as I took the stairs up to her floor of the
dorm. I hoped that she had taken my advice—that I wouldn’t see her come to the
door having stressed out over how much she should dress up, or that she’d taken
me too seriously and would be wearing jeans and a
 
t-shirt and I’d have to tell her that she
needed to change.

I shouldn’t have worried. When Nicole came
to the door a minute after I’d knocked, she was absolutely stunning. She’d put
her dark hair up into some kind of convoluted bun, leaving her neck exposed,
and she was wearing a black dress that fit her just perfectly, falling to just
above her knees. I was torn between wanting to take it off of her right away and
just loving the way it looked on her. “I know I shouldn’t stare, but you are
just…” I shook my head. “You’re unbelievably gorgeous.” Nicole blushed, smiling
slightly, and stepped out of her room after a quick check of her purse.

“You look really good, too,” she said,
looking up into my eyes. “I was so worried that I was going to overdo it or
underdo it.” I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips—and had to make
myself pull back before instinct took over and I went for more.

“You look absolutely perfect,” I told her,
taking her hand in mine.

We got into my car and I made my way off
campus, checking the time. “Where are we going? You didn’t actually tell me
anything specific,” Nicole pointed out.

“We’re going to a place I used to work
at,” I told her. “It’s a nice place but not one of those that’s like a million
dollars a plate or something.” I grinned at Nicole. “I know it probably totally
ruins your image of me to think of me waiting tables.”

“I can picture it,” Nicole said, her lips
twitching with the start of a grin. “Why did you stop working there?” I
shrugged.

“I stopped when summer break came around,
and the next semester I’d gotten more student aid, so I was able to make ends
meet better. I still love the place though. I gained weight sophomore year as
much because of the free food from there as the dining hall.”