Cuba
If she thought her little outfit would throw me off, she is clearly in denial. If anything, the whole make-up free face and the Clark Kent glasses make my dick jump in the worst way, and don’t get me started on her brain, nothing is sexier than a woman who knows her shit. Girls out here thinking it’s cute to act dumb, only thing they are good for is sucking my dick, because other than that, those girls have nothing else to offer. A bad chick is only bad if she’s bad inside, she needs to have goals, dreams, and plans for her future. These guys are so quick to wife up with a pretty girl, when her only ambition to be the next IG model. The body fades, but smart is forever. That’s why Bliss turns me on so fucking much. She’s smart as hell and sexy. What’s even better is that she doesn’t even know how sexy she is. If I keep locking eyes with her, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself from biting that lower lip, she keeps chewing on.
I pay the delivery guy and kick my door closed with my foot. The smell of their famous cheese fries hits me and brings me back to when Jackson and I would go to Niko’s after practice and eat three plates of cheesy fries overloaded with bacon. I shake off the memory when I turn the corner to see Bliss on her knees, back arched and sliding forward on her hands. Licking my lips, I can’t help but roam my eyes over the curves of her hips to her round, toned ass. The hem of her shirt rises, showing off the dimples in the dip of her back. Damn, having her come here was the best and worst thing I have done. It’s just us here, and as much as she wants to act like I annoy her, even she can’t deny the spark in the air. Then I remember she’s a good girl, I’m not the guy she needs. I have a trunk load of baggage.
I clear my throat making her quickly sit up on her knees wincing in pain. “Need help?” Bliss’s cheeks redden as she goes to stand up.
I shake my head, motioning her to not get up. “I got it, I’ll go grab some plates.” Setting the bag down on the coffee table, I turn for the kitchen.
Once I’m out of sight, I fix myself, trying to hide my growing erection like I’m thirteen-years-old. I need to get my shit together, she’s my tutor, I can’t hit on my tutor. No matter how much she turns me on, I just need to get through this session and then the next four Fuck, that’s a long time.
Grabbing plates, napkins, and forks, I take a deep breath before walking out. Bliss is back to sitting cross-legged, she's typing away on her phone, huffing, and shaking her head.
“Boy problems?” I ask, setting the plates down. She already took out and separated our food.
She throws her phone in her bag and shakes her head. “No, just my roommate.”
Annoyance leaves me. “Do you live with a guy?”
She shakes her head, grabbing a plate, unwrapping her burger, and dumping her fries on it. “No, I live with a girl.” Bliss smirks, flicking her stormy eyes my way, and back to the burger now in her hands. “She forgot her key but is staying at some guys house.” She takes a giant bite, and, just when I thought she couldn't get any sexier, she goes and eats like a human being. The girls I've taken out in the past always picked at a salad, but we aren't dating, we're not even friends. She's just my tutor who is trying to do her job and who I happen to find attractive.
Bliss moans as she swallows her bite and my dick twitches again. “I love their burgers. Thanks for getting this.”
I just nod because there's a lot I could say but none of it is appropriate. We eat in a comfortable silence, the annoyance of her ex possibly texting her still inside me. I shouldn't care, it shouldn't even be a thought in my head, but it is, and I don't know what it means or how I should feel about it.
Bliss starts talking more about this Alexander guy, and I pretend to listen, as I pick at my cheese fries. What I am really doing is stealing glances at her plush lips and her stormy eyes, that lighten up like lightning when she gets excited about all these details. The way she talks is with passion, like she knew them personally. It’s mind blowing.
“Is any of this clicking? Any questions so far?” She looks up at me as she slides her laptop into her messenger bag. She's leaving already? I look at the time, damn she's been here well over her hour, and it's starting to get dark out.
Standing, I pick up the plates, while she grabs the trash. “Yeah, no, I got it,” I lie. I was barely paying attention, I'll be doing some reading tonight, so I can contribute to our next session.
Bliss follows me to the kitchen, dumping everything into the trash, “Cool. Want me to help with that?”
Placing the plates in the sink, I turn to her, bracing my hands against the counter, because if I don’t, I might just pull her into me. “It’s just two plates, Arrow.” I shrug. “I think I can manage.”
She bites her bottom lip nodding. “I’m sure. Well, I better get going.” She motions with her thumb.
I kind of don’t want her to leave, it’s been a long time since I’ve had any company, an even longer time since I had nonsexual female company. I can’t think of any reason for her to stay, she’ll question it. She’ll think I’ll open up to her, and I won’t.
I rub the back of my neck. “Right, let me walk you to your car.”
She smiles. “It’s only around the walkway, I think I can manage.” She turns, walking away, and I watch her ass sway away from me before I shake my head and walk after her.
“I’ll walk you.” My voice leaves no room for her to argue with me. Grabbing her bag, I hand it to her, I know she’s probably still sore.
“Thanks.” She takes it from my hand, our fingers graze against each other, and she quickly pulls away.
Sliding into my house shoes, I open the door and let her walk past me as I close the door behind us. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my hoodie as I quietly walk behind Bliss, trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing. The sun is already setting, giving the sky a glow of orange and pinks.
“That is so pretty, I wish I could see that every day,” she says softly, looking back at me, and I realize I’ve been staring at her. Shifting my eyes, I look over her head to where she was looking. I had an awesome view of the beach. It’s the reason why this place appealed to Jackson, he was going through a surfing phase when we were freshmen and our parents started looking for a place for us somewhere close to the beach. My mom wanted me to move after his death, but I couldn’t do it, I craved the memories we had. They no longer made me sad, more at peace then anything.
I shrug. “It’s pretty awesome.”
“Well this is me.” She points to a blinding lime green Prius.
“You have to be shitting me, Arrow?” I choke out a laugh. “That shit is bright, I need sunglasses just to look at it.”
Bliss shoots me an ugly look. “Har Har, you’re so original.” She rolls her eyes, but a smile pulls at her lips.
“I try.” I smile down at her. I haven’t smiled this much in a while, and thing is, she isn’t even trying to make me, it’s just happening.
Her grey eyes lock with mine, and she sucks in her bottom lip. She looks up at me like she’s waiting for something from me. Shit.
“I’ll take my random fact now.” She grins.
I bite down on my lip, smiling, shaking my head. “Of course, okay.” I tap my chin with my index finger like I’m thinking. I know what’s going to come out of my mouth, there are two ways this can go, I just hope it’s right and not left.
Dropping my hand to my side, I tilt my head. “I want to kiss you.” And then I wait.
Her breath hitches a little and her plush lips part. “That’s not a fact, that’s a want.”
I take a step closer to her, breathing in her sweet scent. “A thing that is indisputably the case, that’s the definition of fact, and me wanting to kiss you is a fact.” I step closer, she steps back, now pressed against her car, her eyes never leaving mine. I reach out, my fingers sliding down her face and cupping her chin. “And it’s also a fact that I’m going to kiss you now.”
I don’t wait for her to respond, before I close the small gap between us, my lips quickly coming down on hers. Just like I thought, they are as soft and sweet as they look. Her lips part slightly, allowing my tongue to slip past her lips into her warm mouth. My hand slides down her soft body stopping at her hip. Bliss's arms wrap around my neck pulling me closer, her lips working magically against mine, her soft tongue teasing mine. This is going so right but it is so wrong, I shouldn't be kissing her, I shouldn't be holding her, but fuck me if I can make myself stop.
But leave it to Arrow to stop, her arms fall to my chest, and she is pushing me back softly.
“We-” She shakes her head. “I don't get you. You don't want me to know anything about you, but you want to kiss me. We shouldn't even be doing this.” She sighs. “Maybe-”
“You kissed me back,” I cut her off. “There's been attraction since day one. I didn't know you had to know someone's darkest secrets to kiss them.”
Bliss stares at me, her fingers rubbing the arrow charm that hangs around her neck. She's overthinking it.
She takes a deep breath. “Maybe we should keep this to the library.” She doesn't wait for me to reply, before walking around her car to the driver side.
I curse myself. “I'm re-learning how to let someone in.”
She stops at her door and looks over her car at me. “Why did you stop?”
I smile sadly. “You said one fact.”
She nods, returning the smile. “That is a fact, Bow.”
“Bow?” I squint at the nickname then I smirk. “You’re funny, Bow and Arrow.”
Bliss just shrugs, opening her door. “See you Monday?”
“Yeah, I guess the library then?” I guess I messed up since I can't keep my hands to myself.
“Can you behave yourself?” She raises an eyebrow.
“Of course, I can't.”
Bliss shakes her head laughing. “Then the library it is.”
I watch her get in the car and pull away from the curb, no doubt trying to get away from me. Walking back into my townhouse, I go up to my room and pull my box of letters from under the bed. The bed dips as I sit on the edge, setting the pad of paper on my legs and pressing the tip of the ink pen to it.
Jackson-
So, I may have messed up. Remember my tutor I told you about? Well, I convinced her to come to our place, bad idea. I kissed her. I know, I don't kiss, I never had a real girlfriend. What the fuck am I doing?
C.
I wish he was here to give me advice, but I'm sure if he were here, I wouldn't have met her at all. I would most likely be balls deep in some groupie, not crushing on my tutor. My gorgeous, smart as shit tutor. I could sit here and think about her all night, but I am meeting Cam at Dixie’s. He thinks he’s slick getting me out of the house twice already without me canceling, but I see what he’s doing, he thinks if I start coming out more I might come back to the team.
They aren’t being pushy about it and I appreciate it.
Sliding the box of letters back under bed, I get up to get dressed. It’s been awhile since I stepped foot in Dixie’s. I’m guessing it’s the same crowd of ball players from all teams and the girls looking to be the next wife on one of those reality T.V. shows.
I trade my sweats for black jeans, and white tee for a black Ralph Lauren fitted tee with the red horse. Grabbing my red, black, and grey Jordan’s from the closet, I walk to the far wall of my room where my hat collection is placed across the wall.
Deciding on a black Bulls hat, I slip it on and spray on some Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue. My mom buys it for me every year; I’m a creature of habit. Jackson use to talk shit about it all the time but would sneak in my room and use it.
Shaking my head, I smile at the memory, I would give anything for him to still be here using up my cologne.
The smell of coffee and smoke fill my nose as the local DJ plays the Billboard top 100 hits. Dixie’s is crowded, and I forget it’s Thursday night. Only thing new here is the karaoke, and right now a group of drunk girls are singing a boy band song.
I turn my attention back to the pool table where Cam, Ash, and I are playing a game. J.R., another guy from the team, just joined us. I’m waiting for everyone else to show up now, like it’s a damn reunion. Leaning down, I level my pool stick and watch as my ball barely misses the pocket.
“You’re rusty, bro.” Ash laughs, circling the table looking for a shot.
I flip him off and grab my water. I’m not drinking tonight in case I need to drive someone home. Ash misses his shot. “I’ve been M.I.A, what’s your excuse?”
He laughs and turns to his girlfriend, Amanda. “I’ve been busy too.” She giggles, and they kiss.
I turn back to the pool table and watch as Cam looks for a shot, somehow, we all are playing this game, and we aren't even on teams. The red head from the pizza place is sitting on the stool behind him, I don't remember Cam ever getting her number, but here she is laughing at everything he says. I must have been the only one that didn't get the memo because J.R.’s girlfriend is here too. I'm solo, I've never been solo. Then again, I haven't been out in damn near a year.
I'm the seventh wheel tonight, and I don't mind. Girls keep looking at me, but none have the guts to walk up to me, and none of them are giving me any reason to approach them.
I have one girl on my mind and they aren't her.
“Cuba, baby.”
Except this one, she has the guts. I spin around to see Amber leaning against my stool. Well doesn't she look run down. She used to be sexy as hell, long, shiny brown hair, and big, bright brown eyes to match. Now her hair is choppy and dull, and her eyes are sunken in. What the hell is she on? Her once banging body looked a little saggy, but somehow, she still managed to push up her sad tits.
“Amber.” I nod. “You look run through.”
She didn't even blink at my insult. “It’s so good to see you again, it's been a long time.” She stumbles closer, but I take a step back.
“Apparently not long enough.” I frown.
Again, my insult goes over her head. “We should make up for lost time.” She licks her fading red lips. So, this is who Dex was caught with. He cheated on Bliss for that? I struggle to wrap my head around it, I just can't see it.
“Bow, what did I tell you about Chlamydia ridden sluts?” Her smooth voice makes my lip twitch.
Bliss saunters up next to me, her stormy eyes on Amber, giving me time to take in her little white shorts, and silky, light blue cropped tank top that shows off her tanned, flat stomach. She's wearing those sexy strappy heels she wore the day I gave her a ride home. Bliss's usually wavy blonde hair is straight down her back, stopping at her waist. I notice the stack of gold bracelets on her wrist, just like her necklace, I haven't seen her without them. I'm starting to notice a lot of things about my little tutor.
“Still bitter?” Amber puts a hand on her bony hip.
Bliss smiles. “Never bitter, thankful. You should really move along now, he clearly isn't biting, and you are just embarrassing yourself.”
Amber turns red and looks at me. I just smile and shrug, leaning forward balancing on my pool stick.
Amber quickly turns on her heels and stalks away to the next poor soul.
“I think we're even now, you crash my date, and I crash yours.” Bliss turns to me smiling.
I almost choke on air. “Amber?” I shake my head. “Hell no. She just walked over. I'm here with some friends.” I nod my head toward the group.
She looks amused. “Me too.” She motions to where I see India and some guy sitting, their eyes on us.
“Who's the guy?” I try to ask casually, but it comes out like a growl.
“Jealous?” She arches an eyebrow.
I scoff. “I don't get jealous.” Only over you, it seems. “I think you are, one kiss and you’re already staking claim.”
Her cheeks redden. “Not staking claim. You looked uncomfortable, I was just being a friend.”
Ouch. Friend zoned.
“Friend?” I ask. She nods.
I motion for her to come close and she does, slowly. Leaning down, my lips barely brush the tip of her ear, and I inhale her scent of lavender. “I don't want to be your friend.”
Friends don't want to do what I want to do with her.
Bliss quickly steps back. “And I here I thought we were going to be civil, just can’t help being an asshole though.” She turns and walks away before I can even say anything. How am I always messing up with her? She didn’t even let me finish. I don’t want to be her friend, I just want the benefits. There is no way anything more could come from that.
So, I watch her switch away to her friends and I turn back to mine.