his
eyes and sat up in bed. I pulled the shirt over my head as he ran his hands
through his hair.
“You're
not sneaking out again, are you?”
“No,
I was planning on waking you. I was just getting dressed. I need to be in class
very soon.”
“Now
that's a shame.” He reached over and pulled me into the bed, wrapping his arms
around me. He bent down and kissed me, and it was exactly as I had remembered
it. The kiss continued until my tongue was in his mouth and he moaned softly.
That was probably my cue to get out of there before things got out of hand.
I
sat up. “I really have to go, Jet. I don't want to be late.”
“Alright,
I'll let you go, but only under one condition.”
“Oh?
And what's that?”
“Be
my girlfriend. For real; no fooling around, no more talks
about how we need to be friends. I want you to be mine and only mine.”
Stunned,
I smiled at him. I had not expected that at all. Even though I knew that Jet
liked me all along, he had never used the term girlfriend, or even suggested
that he wanted that from me. It certainly changed my opinion about whether he
was just trying to use me for sex or not. But just because I was his
girlfriend, it didn't protect me from getting hurt. If anything, it made the
possibility more likely. After all, look what Tom had done, and we had been
together long enough to be married. Maybe I wasn't making the right decision,
but for once I was going to go for it. I would hope for the best and see where
that took me.
“Yes,
I will be your girlfriend.”
He
raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”
I
nodded.
“Finally! Man, what does it take to get a girl to say yes! What's it going to be like if I
ever propose? Will I have to literally bring you the moon first?”
“Whoa,
cowboy, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s make sure we don't kill each
other first.”
“Okay,
deal. Have a good class; I'll see you soon.”
I
nodded. “I also need to do the next drawing of you, so figure out a day that
works for you.”
I
bent down, kissed him, and headed out the door.
Chapter Two
Jet
I lay in bed for some time after
Natalie left, pretty much lying in my own bliss. Man, it had taken quite some
time to get that firecracker to agree to be mine. Definitely
a first-time experience for me. Usually I didn't even have to ask; it
was just assumed the girl wanted to be with me. I had never fought so hard to
be with one girl before; for a while there it had seemed like Natalie could
either take it or leave it. I didn’t think it mattered to her either way if I
was her boyfriend. That was definitely a hit to the ego for a guy like me. I
was used to girls falling all over me, and Natalie wasn't that kind of girl.
She chose the men she wanted. She didn't chase money, popularity, or looks. A
guy could have all those things and she would just turn him down. Trust me; I
knew that much.
It made me wonder what would have
happened if Natalie had not shown up at the bar―would I still have had to
chase her longer? And what was the deal with this ex? I would have to discuss
that with her at some point, even if I didn't want to. As far as I knew, things
were over between the two of them, but she had been very upset that he had
contacted her. Given what Julie had told me, it sort of sounded like he wanted
to rekindle their relationship. So the question was , was there a part of Natalie, however small, that wished she was back with her
ex?
But she had shown up at the bar,
and I made my move before the beautiful thing could get any alcohol in her
system. Sad but true―I just wanted to make sure that if she kissed me that
night, it was because she wanted to, and not because she was drunk. It had been
nice waking up for once without seeing an empty bed, although the girl had come
darn close, and I wasn't sure I believed her when she had said she had planned
on waking me up before she left. She was a sneaky little vixen, and I almost
had to tie her down to get her to
eyes and sat up in bed. I pulled the shirt over my head as he ran his hands
through his hair.
“You're
not sneaking out again, are you?”
“No,
I was planning on waking you. I was just getting dressed. I need to be in class
very soon.”
“Now
that's a shame.” He reached over and pulled me into the bed, wrapping his arms
around me. He bent down and kissed me, and it was exactly as I had remembered
it. The kiss continued until my tongue was in his mouth and he moaned softly.
That was probably my cue to get out of there before things got out of hand.
I
sat up. “I really have to go, Jet. I don't want to be late.”
“Alright,
I'll let you go, but only under one condition.”
“Oh?
And what's that?”
“Be
my girlfriend. For real; no fooling around, no more talks
about how we need to be friends. I want you to be mine and only mine.”
Stunned,
I smiled at him. I had not expected that at all. Even though I knew that Jet
liked me all along, he had never used the term girlfriend, or even suggested
that he wanted that from me. It certainly changed my opinion about whether he
was just trying to use me for sex or not. But just because I was his
girlfriend, it didn't protect me from getting hurt. If anything, it made the
possibility more likely. After all, look what Tom had done, and we had been
together long enough to be married. Maybe I wasn't making the right decision,
but for once I was going to go for it. I would hope for the best and see where
that took me.
“Yes,
I will be your girlfriend.”
He
raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”
I
nodded.
“Finally! Man, what does it take to get a girl to say yes! What's it going to be like if I
ever propose? Will I have to literally bring you the moon first?”
“Whoa,
cowboy, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let’s make sure we don't kill each
other first.”
“Okay,
deal. Have a good class; I'll see you soon.”
I
nodded. “I also need to do the next drawing of you, so figure out a day that
works for you.”
I
bent down, kissed him, and headed out the door.
Chapter Two
Jet
I lay in bed for some time after
Natalie left, pretty much lying in my own bliss. Man, it had taken quite some
time to get that firecracker to agree to be mine. Definitely
a first-time experience for me. Usually I didn't even have to ask; it
was just assumed the girl wanted to be with me. I had never fought so hard to
be with one girl before; for a while there it had seemed like Natalie could
either take it or leave it. I didn’t think it mattered to her either way if I
was her boyfriend. That was definitely a hit to the ego for a guy like me. I
was used to girls falling all over me, and Natalie wasn't that kind of girl.
She chose the men she wanted. She didn't chase money, popularity, or looks. A
guy could have all those things and she would just turn him down. Trust me; I
knew that much.
It made me wonder what would have
happened if Natalie had not shown up at the bar―would I still have had to
chase her longer? And what was the deal with this ex? I would have to discuss
that with her at some point, even if I didn't want to. As far as I knew, things
were over between the two of them, but she had been very upset that he had
contacted her. Given what Julie had told me, it sort of sounded like he wanted
to rekindle their relationship. So the question was , was there a part of Natalie, however small, that wished she was back with her
ex?
But she had shown up at the bar,
and I made my move before the beautiful thing could get any alcohol in her
system. Sad but true―I just wanted to make sure that if she kissed me that
night, it was because she wanted to, and not because she was drunk. It had been
nice waking up for once without seeing an empty bed, although the girl had come
darn close, and I wasn't sure I believed her when she had said she had planned
on waking me up before she left. She was a sneaky little vixen, and I almost
had to tie her down to get her to
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