I’m not saying there’s anything technically wrong with it. I’m a guy, I like looking at pretty girls, but choosing one solely over their image first and profile second, it’s just gross.
I’d rather get to know a girl, talk to her, then fuck her.
Truth is, I’m more of a, get to know the girl, then have fun. It’s why I opted for friends-with-benefits over screwing random girls every night, like Ashton used to.
We’re not the same.
I’m glad he has finally settled down a bit with Nova. She’s changed him, definitely for the better.
I sip my coffee and hear Bristol chasing after me.
“Liam, wait.” I grimace and spin around to face her. “No one can’t say you’re not persistent. And annoying.” I add that little tidbit, just to piss her off.
Seems to be working. Her nose scrunches as rage settles on her face. I hope her coffee is iced because I’m a bit worried she might throw it on me. “I don’t know why I ever considered sleeping with you!” She huffs and turns on her heels.
“Excuse me?”
Bristol’s eyes widen, and she tries running away, but, yeah, I’m not having that.
“Sleeping with me?” I grab her arm, yank her back toward me, catching her as she trips over her feet. I steady her, my hands wrap around her waist, staring down into those deep ocean blues.
What is she talking about?
We never once almost slept together, except in a few of my fantasies, but those are locked up in a vault inside my head.
There’s no way she has access to them.
Her cheeks are bright red, and she’s breathing fast, a little too fast. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she mutters, and I can feel her trembling in my arms.
I keep my arms wrapped around her waist, guiding her to a bench. Her legs are like jelly as she stumbles, and I put her into a seated position on the bench, my legs trapping her from falling forward.
Her skin is glistening and pale, while, moments earlier, she looked positively radiant and flushed.
“Fuck,” she rasps, gasping for breath, like she’s been running a marathon.
Eventually, I bend down to her level, still blocking her from falling off the bench. I’m not sure that she’s all right.
“Do I need to call someone?” I ask, unsure what’s going on.
Is she having a panic attack? I’m not really sure what to do for her, how to help her. Her eyes are wide. She’s awake, but she’s not seeming to focus on me.
“Bristol, tell me what’s going on. Other than you want to sleep with me.”
“Not funny, Moretti. I don’t … I-I don’t know,” she stammers. Her hands are visibly shaking, and her legs tremble just slightly. I wouldn’t have noticed except I can feel the tremors as she leans against me.
My hands move firmly to her arms. “I think you’re having a panic attack.”
Bristol shakes her head. “It’s not that. I don’t know what it is, but it’s been happening more often.”
I suck in a nervous breath. “More often. You mean this has happened before?” I reach for her wrist, taking her pulse while glancing at my watch.
“What are you, some kind of a nurse?” she jokes and winces. She sounds out of breath still, but it’s gotten a little better.
“I’m going to school for medicine. I want to study to become a doctor. But I just finished my first year of undergrad.” I haven’t started any classes that would be helpful. I have years to go before I’m actually studying to be a physician.
She should know this, we’re the same age, we went to the same private schools growing up. Her father is a billionaire. My dad, he’s mafia.
“I want to take you over to the school’s urgent care.”