Page 6 of Betraying Him
If she really didn’t want anything to do with me, she wouldn’t have given me her number. I could tell from the look in her eyes she was curious. Hopefully, it was about me, about what I want from her, about what would happen if she lets herself give in to what she really wants.
She strikes me as the type of person who always goes along with what others want and never takes anything for herself, so it’s a good thing she has me now, since I plan to let her indulge in every single thing she’s ever denied herself.
After all, I do love seeing my partner give into their own pleasure, in and out of the bedroom.
Miss me yet, gorgeous?
I don’t know what it is about this girl that has me so keyed up. I’ve never once focused my attention on one person like this. I’ve always just let things come and go, never going out of my way to get to know new people.
It’s no doubt just a way to pass the time, so I’m not worrying much about it.
Lies. All lies.
I know I’m only deluding myself by staying in this constant state of denial, but I honestly don’t know how else to feel about it.
Maybe I should call Noah? He’s the more sensible one of my friends and will most probably have tons of good advice for me. Only… that would mean having to explain the situation and… yeah, I’m not ready for that.
The moment I admit out loud what’s happening, it will make it real, and until I know for sure Savannah feels the same way, I’m not sure I want to admit it, even to myself.
Enough time passes that I think I might have to wait until morning for a reply—which I’m fine with, by the way. Absolutely fine—when a text pops up on my screen.
I don’t scramble to unlock my phone at all.
That would be ridiculous.
Okay, maybe I do a little.
Savannah
I don’t know you enough to miss you, Harley.
I frown.
She knows meenough, surely.
Maybe she doesn’t like being called gorgeous?
It’s the nickname, huh? Don’t worry, we’ll find the right one with time.
This time, the little bubbles that show she’s typing pop up instantly.
Savannah
You’re ridiculous.
Thank you! So, when can I see you again?
Savannah
I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Jesus, she really is playing hard to get, isn’t she? Is this always how she is, or is she just like this with me? I’ve never really known her to be around guys, but then again, I can’t say I paid that much attention to her in high school.
But now she’s got my attention? Well… fuck, I can’t think of anything else.
I’m a man obsessed.
A man on a mission.
