More Than Her
Page 30
She was quiet for a while, before she removed herself from my hold completely and leaned back on the counter, crossing her arms in front of her. "So, college relationships are hard. You may be with someone, or even love them. But when you don't get that something physically, it's hard not to be tempted. And there are way too many temptations in college."
I shook my head at her, "Any asshole that has you, and is stupid enough to lose you, is a fucking idiot, Amanda. Trust me. I would know."
***
Logan: I need your help.
Dad: Anything.
***
I was walking to the field entrance for practice a few hours later, when I saw her. There was always a bunch of people waiting around outside the gates, but I didn't expect to see Amanda. She was sitting cross legged on a bench, loose shirt hanging off her shoulder and those cut off shorts. Her eyes cast downwards, focused on the textbook in her lap.
A couple girls called out my name, getting her attention. I ignored them and walked straight to her.
"What's up?" I dropped my gear bag on the floor in front of the bench and sat next to her. "How did you know I was here?"
"Micky." She shrugged, closing her book and putting it in her bag. She turned to face me, legs still crossed.
The sun hit her eyes, making them extra blue. She squinted. Her nose scrunched. She was pretty fucking adorable.
Her hand moved to her head to block out the sun, but it didn't work.
I laughed.
She giggled.
I took my cap off, and put it on her head. It was way too big and fell over her eyes. Her body slumped and she pouted. I laughed again, adjusting it so I could see her face, and moved to the side to block out the sun. “Better?" I asked.
"Much."
"So?"
"So."
"What?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
I laughed and gently shook her with my hands on her upper arms. "Quit being cute, what are you doing here?"
I shook her so much my cap fell over her eyes again.
She pouted, again.
It was fucking adorable, again.
The sound of whips formed in my mind.
"So my mom rang earlier."
I tried to contain my smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. She got a job. Can you believe it?"
"Huh. Luck must be on her side."
"Yeah, it could be luck. Or it could be something else. I mean, she got a job as a receptionist at a doctors practice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. A Doctor Matthews..."
I bit my lip to try to stop the huge grin that'd taking over my face.
She continued, "Yeah. He called her...said a friend of his recommended her services. Apparently they were desperate. She starts tomorrow."
"Well, that's good, right?"
"Yeah. It just seems like a coincidence, you know?"
"What is?"
"That she gets a job a with a Doctor Matthews..." She paused for dramatic effect. "Hey!" She shoved me lightly, exaggerating a gasp. "Your dad's a doctor, right? A Doctor Matthews?"
I shook my head. "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of something?" I took her hands in mine.
"Yeah, I am. I'm accusing you of being awesome!"
I laughed.
"Thank you, Logan." She scooted closer to me. She had our linked hands between us.
I moved them to the side so I could get closer to her. "You're welcome."
And then she kissed me. On my lips. Just once. But it was enough. I'd done at least one thing right by her.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, our fingers still locked.
"Probably catch the bus home."
I really didn't like her catching the bus. It's not far, but it's far enough. Plus, I think I remember Micky telling me about a guy licking her elbow once.
"I've only got a short session. I'll be done in an hour. Can you hang around here?"
She bit her lip, looking down. "Okay."
"Okay." I nodded my head.
She took my cap off and placed it back on my head. Then scrunched her nose and flipped it backwards.
"Better," she said, before moving in and kissing me.
Amanda
I knew the girls outside the stadium were laughing at me, and I get it. Logan Matthews talking to me. It was funny, but whatever. Fuck them. It'd only been about half an hour since he left but the temperature had dropped a shitload and I didn't bring a sweater. I was freezing my ass off waiting for him. I was about to text him and tell him that I'd just meet him at home when I heard those girls giggling again. I looked up to see him walking towards me. My eyes went wide when I took him in. It's the first time I'd seen him in his baseball gear and holy shit he looked good, better than good.
"Busted!" He smirked.
Shit. I can't even deny it.
When he got closer, I could see him holding his team jacket in his hand. "You cold?" He started to open the jacket.
"Yeah." I yelled. I don't know if he could hear me over the sound of the wind.
He stood in front of me, and put his jacket over my shoulders. I put my arms in the holes.
"Turn around," he said.
I was confused but I did it anyway.
He pulled out my hair from the under the jacket, and I zipped it up. When I looked up, I could see the girls glaring at me, their hands covering their mouths as they talked shit.
He turned me to face him, but his eyes were narrowed at the girls.
"You came out just to give me this?" I asked, trying to get his attention.
His eyes moved from them to me. "Well, yeah. I can't have you sitting out in the cold."
And just then, a crack of thunder sounded and the rain poured down on us, instantly soaking us.
"Holy shit!" He picked up my bag, grabbed my hand and led me inside the stadium.
The few seconds it took for us to get in, was all the rain needed to get us drenched.
Once we were safely inside, he took his cap off and shook out his hair. I watched him. This boy—no, this man, looking hot as hell in his uniform. And I wanted him. Bad.
He puts his cap back on and turned to face me. Then a smile pulled on his lips and I knew he'd caught me, again.
He moved closer to me, and started walking me backwards until I hit a wall. His hands gripped my waist, and his body covered mine.
"Busted." He whispered in my ear. "If I catch you looking at me like that again, we're going to have a huge fucking problem." One hand moved under my jacket so it touched my bare back. His skin on mine was scorching. "Because from now on, when I close my eyes, I'm going to see you, in my uniform, and nothing else." He made a moaning sound from deep in his throat. "Fuck baby, I'm getting hard just thinking about it." He gripped my thigh and lifted it so my leg wrapped around him and he was in between me. I could feel him, hard, against my center,
I shook my head at her, "Any asshole that has you, and is stupid enough to lose you, is a fucking idiot, Amanda. Trust me. I would know."
***
Logan: I need your help.
Dad: Anything.
***
I was walking to the field entrance for practice a few hours later, when I saw her. There was always a bunch of people waiting around outside the gates, but I didn't expect to see Amanda. She was sitting cross legged on a bench, loose shirt hanging off her shoulder and those cut off shorts. Her eyes cast downwards, focused on the textbook in her lap.
A couple girls called out my name, getting her attention. I ignored them and walked straight to her.
"What's up?" I dropped my gear bag on the floor in front of the bench and sat next to her. "How did you know I was here?"
"Micky." She shrugged, closing her book and putting it in her bag. She turned to face me, legs still crossed.
The sun hit her eyes, making them extra blue. She squinted. Her nose scrunched. She was pretty fucking adorable.
Her hand moved to her head to block out the sun, but it didn't work.
I laughed.
She giggled.
I took my cap off, and put it on her head. It was way too big and fell over her eyes. Her body slumped and she pouted. I laughed again, adjusting it so I could see her face, and moved to the side to block out the sun. “Better?" I asked.
"Much."
"So?"
"So."
"What?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
I laughed and gently shook her with my hands on her upper arms. "Quit being cute, what are you doing here?"
I shook her so much my cap fell over her eyes again.
She pouted, again.
It was fucking adorable, again.
The sound of whips formed in my mind.
"So my mom rang earlier."
I tried to contain my smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. She got a job. Can you believe it?"
"Huh. Luck must be on her side."
"Yeah, it could be luck. Or it could be something else. I mean, she got a job as a receptionist at a doctors practice."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. A Doctor Matthews..."
I bit my lip to try to stop the huge grin that'd taking over my face.
She continued, "Yeah. He called her...said a friend of his recommended her services. Apparently they were desperate. She starts tomorrow."
"Well, that's good, right?"
"Yeah. It just seems like a coincidence, you know?"
"What is?"
"That she gets a job a with a Doctor Matthews..." She paused for dramatic effect. "Hey!" She shoved me lightly, exaggerating a gasp. "Your dad's a doctor, right? A Doctor Matthews?"
I shook my head. "What are you saying? Are you accusing me of something?" I took her hands in mine.
"Yeah, I am. I'm accusing you of being awesome!"
I laughed.
"Thank you, Logan." She scooted closer to me. She had our linked hands between us.
I moved them to the side so I could get closer to her. "You're welcome."
And then she kissed me. On my lips. Just once. But it was enough. I'd done at least one thing right by her.
"What are you doing now?" I asked, our fingers still locked.
"Probably catch the bus home."
I really didn't like her catching the bus. It's not far, but it's far enough. Plus, I think I remember Micky telling me about a guy licking her elbow once.
"I've only got a short session. I'll be done in an hour. Can you hang around here?"
She bit her lip, looking down. "Okay."
"Okay." I nodded my head.
She took my cap off and placed it back on my head. Then scrunched her nose and flipped it backwards.
"Better," she said, before moving in and kissing me.
Amanda
I knew the girls outside the stadium were laughing at me, and I get it. Logan Matthews talking to me. It was funny, but whatever. Fuck them. It'd only been about half an hour since he left but the temperature had dropped a shitload and I didn't bring a sweater. I was freezing my ass off waiting for him. I was about to text him and tell him that I'd just meet him at home when I heard those girls giggling again. I looked up to see him walking towards me. My eyes went wide when I took him in. It's the first time I'd seen him in his baseball gear and holy shit he looked good, better than good.
"Busted!" He smirked.
Shit. I can't even deny it.
When he got closer, I could see him holding his team jacket in his hand. "You cold?" He started to open the jacket.
"Yeah." I yelled. I don't know if he could hear me over the sound of the wind.
He stood in front of me, and put his jacket over my shoulders. I put my arms in the holes.
"Turn around," he said.
I was confused but I did it anyway.
He pulled out my hair from the under the jacket, and I zipped it up. When I looked up, I could see the girls glaring at me, their hands covering their mouths as they talked shit.
He turned me to face him, but his eyes were narrowed at the girls.
"You came out just to give me this?" I asked, trying to get his attention.
His eyes moved from them to me. "Well, yeah. I can't have you sitting out in the cold."
And just then, a crack of thunder sounded and the rain poured down on us, instantly soaking us.
"Holy shit!" He picked up my bag, grabbed my hand and led me inside the stadium.
The few seconds it took for us to get in, was all the rain needed to get us drenched.
Once we were safely inside, he took his cap off and shook out his hair. I watched him. This boy—no, this man, looking hot as hell in his uniform. And I wanted him. Bad.
He puts his cap back on and turned to face me. Then a smile pulled on his lips and I knew he'd caught me, again.
He moved closer to me, and started walking me backwards until I hit a wall. His hands gripped my waist, and his body covered mine.
"Busted." He whispered in my ear. "If I catch you looking at me like that again, we're going to have a huge fucking problem." One hand moved under my jacket so it touched my bare back. His skin on mine was scorching. "Because from now on, when I close my eyes, I'm going to see you, in my uniform, and nothing else." He made a moaning sound from deep in his throat. "Fuck baby, I'm getting hard just thinking about it." He gripped my thigh and lifted it so my leg wrapped around him and he was in between me. I could feel him, hard, against my center,
