your own piece ass since you don’t appreciate me.”
“Whatever you know I appreciate the hell out of you.” He smirked. Wendy just grinned and we all walked into the living room.
Cole smiled again, mesmerizing me and he knew exactly what he was doing. He leans forward and I can feel him taking over my space. My heart is pounding, oh my god, I’m dying here. I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything to get my breathing back where it should be. I want him to grab my hand again, anything to feel his touch. I open my eyes just in time to see him with my fork in his hand as he brings a piece of the cheesecake up to his gorgeous mouth.
My jaw fell to the floor along with my heart. How stupid was I to think he would actually be leaning in just to be closer to me? “Thanks for the bite Sam,” he whispered.
I smacked his arm appalled by his behavior and still embarrassed as hell. If he made any sort of comment about my actions, I would punch him. “You could have just asked asshole.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” He asked quizzically. I looked to Wendy for help, but she was so into something on her phone at the time that she didn’t even realize any of that just happened.
Cole turns on the TV and Grease is playing on VH1. He tries to hurry and change it but Wendy and I complain enough to where he leaves it on. He owes me anyway for leading me on and making me think he actually wanted to be near me and not just take a bite of my cheesecake. Every time they break into song in the movie, I can see him rolling his eyes and then staring holes into us. My grin is infectious, he’s practically acting like he had no idea this was a musical. He has to. Everyone has seen Grease at least once in their life. Once Wendy saw me smiling she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He mumbled something and pretended to look elsewhere. Deep down, I bet he wanted to sing along to ‘Summer Nights’, I mean who doesn’t want to just break out into their best John Travolta voice? However he didn’t roll his eyes when he heard me begin to hum. I can’t help it, I love when Rizzo sings “There Are Worse Things I Could Do”. I’ve always loved this movie, it is a classic. Brenda and I used to watch it all the time which reminds me that I need to call her soon.
I can see Cole watching me out the corner of my eye and he’s smiling but it’s not cocky. It’s a genuine smile. Wendy didn’t sit by him like I hoped she would and he was right beside me. I left room to where he didn’t try to get any ideas but he inched his hand closer to where it rubbed against my thigh and I felt my skin instantly tingle. I never looked at him but slid a little further away and for every inch I slid away, his hand followed driving me absolutely insane. He can’t be just leading me on, would he do that? Of course he would, he’s practically done it all this evening. He doesn’t date though; I keep reminding myself of that.
When the movie ended I looked at the time on my phone, it was hardly late but I didn’t need Dad being in some sort of fit of rage when I came home past a time he wanted. Getting off the couch proved to be a chore. My limbs were all beginning to feel sore from actually exerting myself today. I sat too long and now I was paying for it.
I hugged Wendy and thanked her for the invite. This sure as hell beat sitting at home and the plus was I got to see Cole. Cole got nothing but a ‘see ya later’ from me and that apparently wasn’t enough for him. It wasn’t enough for me either, but it had to work. I’ve been fooled enough for one night.
“I can’t get a hug like Wendy?” That smile is back and as much as I want to slap it off his face, I just can’t even think of doing that right now. I’m a little too mesmerized by him.
“Um, no. Sorry. See ya’ll tomorrow.”
“Well that’s not nice Sam. Come here.” And he stepped right up to me pulling me in for a
“Whatever you know I appreciate the hell out of you.” He smirked. Wendy just grinned and we all walked into the living room.
Cole smiled again, mesmerizing me and he knew exactly what he was doing. He leans forward and I can feel him taking over my space. My heart is pounding, oh my god, I’m dying here. I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything to get my breathing back where it should be. I want him to grab my hand again, anything to feel his touch. I open my eyes just in time to see him with my fork in his hand as he brings a piece of the cheesecake up to his gorgeous mouth.
My jaw fell to the floor along with my heart. How stupid was I to think he would actually be leaning in just to be closer to me? “Thanks for the bite Sam,” he whispered.
I smacked his arm appalled by his behavior and still embarrassed as hell. If he made any sort of comment about my actions, I would punch him. “You could have just asked asshole.”
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” He asked quizzically. I looked to Wendy for help, but she was so into something on her phone at the time that she didn’t even realize any of that just happened.
Cole turns on the TV and Grease is playing on VH1. He tries to hurry and change it but Wendy and I complain enough to where he leaves it on. He owes me anyway for leading me on and making me think he actually wanted to be near me and not just take a bite of my cheesecake. Every time they break into song in the movie, I can see him rolling his eyes and then staring holes into us. My grin is infectious, he’s practically acting like he had no idea this was a musical. He has to. Everyone has seen Grease at least once in their life. Once Wendy saw me smiling she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He mumbled something and pretended to look elsewhere. Deep down, I bet he wanted to sing along to ‘Summer Nights’, I mean who doesn’t want to just break out into their best John Travolta voice? However he didn’t roll his eyes when he heard me begin to hum. I can’t help it, I love when Rizzo sings “There Are Worse Things I Could Do”. I’ve always loved this movie, it is a classic. Brenda and I used to watch it all the time which reminds me that I need to call her soon.
I can see Cole watching me out the corner of my eye and he’s smiling but it’s not cocky. It’s a genuine smile. Wendy didn’t sit by him like I hoped she would and he was right beside me. I left room to where he didn’t try to get any ideas but he inched his hand closer to where it rubbed against my thigh and I felt my skin instantly tingle. I never looked at him but slid a little further away and for every inch I slid away, his hand followed driving me absolutely insane. He can’t be just leading me on, would he do that? Of course he would, he’s practically done it all this evening. He doesn’t date though; I keep reminding myself of that.
When the movie ended I looked at the time on my phone, it was hardly late but I didn’t need Dad being in some sort of fit of rage when I came home past a time he wanted. Getting off the couch proved to be a chore. My limbs were all beginning to feel sore from actually exerting myself today. I sat too long and now I was paying for it.
I hugged Wendy and thanked her for the invite. This sure as hell beat sitting at home and the plus was I got to see Cole. Cole got nothing but a ‘see ya later’ from me and that apparently wasn’t enough for him. It wasn’t enough for me either, but it had to work. I’ve been fooled enough for one night.
“I can’t get a hug like Wendy?” That smile is back and as much as I want to slap it off his face, I just can’t even think of doing that right now. I’m a little too mesmerized by him.
“Um, no. Sorry. See ya’ll tomorrow.”
“Well that’s not nice Sam. Come here.” And he stepped right up to me pulling me in for a
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