The whiskey started really kicking in he stumbled over his feet. He should have cut himself off, because he knew damn well it was going to be one hell of a morning. The small house he rented came into view, and he took the steps of the front porch two at a time, which was a bad idea since he tripped over the last one and nearly fell on his face. After righting himself he pushed the door open. It had to be going on midnight, yet the lower half of the house’s lights were on, and when he rounded the entryway and walked into the living room he saw why. Racer sat on the couch, and a pretty little brunette was positioned on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. Books and papers were strewn across the table in front of them, and she was currently rubbing her eyes.
“Adam, you know this stuff. It’s late, we are both exhausted, and I don’t think any more information is going to stick in your brain.” She looked up, and Alex was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes. Adam “Racer” McNamara was on his fifth year at OSU because he couldn’t decide what he wanted to be when he grew up. He had a shit load of credits, but they were so random and spread out that Alex didn’t even think he had one degree under his belt. Why anyone would want to hang around and dish out tuition was beyond him, but then again as he looked at the gorgeous brunette he could see the appeal.
“All right, it is late. You sure you’re not too tired to drive? I can take you home if you want.”
She stood, and so did Racer. It was funny as hell watching his roommate become all flustered over some chick, but Alex didn’t deny she was hot as fuck. She wore a pair of cutoff shorts, and her long legs were the color of peaches and cream. Her t-shirt wasn’t tight enough that he could see a whole lot, and although that was a little disappointing, he also liked the fact she wasn’t like half the girls around campus that seemed to be in competition for “who can wear the tightest shirt”.
She grabbed her bags and turned back to Racer. Alex should really leave, but for some reason he was standing here like some kind of weirdo, and checking out some girl that he didn’t even know. He could blame it on being drunk, because he was certainly getting there, and she was starting to become slightly blurry, but in reality he just liked looking at her, and not in just a sexual way. Yeah, she had a killer body with some hot fucking curves, and he liked the fact she wasn’t stick thin. She actually looked like a woman, and not some anorexic teenager, a look which seemed to be growing in popularity with a lot of the girls that hung around him. There was some pretty filthy things flowing through his mind concerning this brunette, but it wasn’t just that. He watched the way she lifted her long hair off her shoulder, and was transfixed by the way her throat arched delicately. He also liked the sight of her collarbones, which he could just barely make out through the V-neck of her shirt.
Dude, get a fucking grip. You have to be pretty fucking drunk to be thinking up sappy shit like that.
“Maybe you can come over again tomorrow?” Alex would have laughed at the hopeful tone in Racer’s voice, but he was too focused on the girl.
She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I actually have to tutor someone tomorrow, and after that I have plans, but I can give you a call once I get a look at my schedule and see when I have an opening. It’ll probably be next week, though.”
Ah, so that was how an asshole had a girl as hot as her over this late. She was tutoring his ass. She waved goodbye and started heading toward the front door, but her eyes were on the ground and not on where she was going. Alex could have easily moved out of the way, but then he wouldn’t have had an excuse to introduce himself, or to feel her body mold to his. Yeah, he was a shady bastard like that. She ran right into him, and he didn’t bother hiding his smirk. Grabbing hold of her upper arms, he steadied her and inhaled deeply.
Well fuck, she smelled like something sweet and citrusy. His damn cock hardened instantly, and he willed the asshole to go limp. What kind of introduction would it be if his erection was stabbing right between them? He’d look like some kind of prick, no pun intended.
“God, I am so sorry.” She glanced up at him, and the fogginess of the alcohol in his system dimmed enough that she was crystal clear right in front of him. Her eyes were huge, but in a good fucking way. She had this almost innocent expression on her face, and that only made his pulse beat faster, right at the tip of his cock. Her eyes were also bluer than anything he had ever seen, and reminded him of the Caribbean. God, had he resorted to this shit where he was comparing her body parts to places in the world? He was acting like a damn fool.