Scarlett's Will by Nicole Jardine (i like reading .txt) 📗

“So what is your type? Fucked up younger girls you meet at concerts that will go home with you?” I blurt out, biting my lip, feeling nervous now. He looked hurt and all I wanted to do was say sorry and touch his lips.

“You Scarlett, are the first girl I have brought home after a concert. There is something compelling about you. I just want to hold you, to touch you. I just feel like I need you here, with me, in my room. Please Scarlett, you don’t know how hard it has been for me not to touch you, but I don’t want to scare you away. I don’t want you to go,” he pleaded. He knelt in front of me, his hands gripping the sides of my legs, staring into my eyes, searching again. I sat in silence as I considered what he said. The pizza man arrived and Buddy went to pay. When he returned he grabbed a jacket and draped it over me. He put on a black sweater and picked up the pizza and a couple of beers.

“Come with me,” he said as he led me upstairs, through another apartment to a rooftop balcony. I walked out, looking up at the night sky, wishing I could see the stars, but all I saw was the glow of lights from the city as I sat down beside him. Sirens took the place of silence. He handed me a beer and a slice of pizza. I ate it quickly, surprised by my hunger. I haven’t said anything since his plea. I can’t help but wonder if it’s true. Maybe I should ask Dave about Casey. I set the can down and glance at Buddy. He’s looking up at the night sky.

“There are no stars here,” I whispered. He looked at me and sighed.

“Are there stars where you live?” he asked, before looking up again.

“Yes, at night, unless it’s cloudy, I can see a million stars,” I answer him. He inches closer to me so our legs are touching. I can feel his warmth again and I begin to tremble.

“I’ll bring you home Scarlett, if that is what you want,” he said to me as he looked into my eyes, searching again for an answer. I stare at him, feeling the pain of leaving him too soon. He leans toward me as he places his hand on the nape of my neck, his other hand resting gently on my hip as his lips land on mine. It was the sweetest, most tender kiss I’ve ever felt. The sensation ran through my body, exciting me all over. His lips pressed into me, his tongue slowly finding mine. I moved closer to him wanting to be near him as he kisses me so deeply. When he releases me, I'm left gasping for air. I gazed at him as he brushed my hair back from my face.

“Oh, Scarlett, why did you bump into me?” he whispered before kissing me again, harder this time. I placed my hands on either side of his face, lost in this moment, this moment I’ve wanted since I first looked into those piercing blue eyes.

“Let's go inside,” he said as he reached for my hand. I placed it in his. On our way downstairs I glanced around the apartment we were quietly walking through. There were pictures of soldiers on the walls. A few of them looked like Buddy. I held his hand tighter as he led me back down to the basement.

“You are going to kill me Scarlett Rayne,” he said grinning, as we sat side by side on the couch. He placed his arm around me and I leaned against his shoulder as I rested my hand on his thigh, without thinking I moved it up until I reached the rip in his jeans that had tempted me all day. I slowly began to rub little circles on his skin beneath the tare with my fingers. He tilts my chin up to him as he blows smoke into my mouth, his lips landing on mine briefly. I inhaled deeply before letting it out. He freed his hands and placed his arm under my knees as he picked me up and carried me to his bed. Kissing my neck before finding my lips again. I wrapped my arms around him. I can’t leave him, not yet.

We spent the next day together, alone. I’ve never enjoyed the company of someone so much in my life. I had been so entranced, unable to keep my hands from him. I loved how he seemed so eager to take care of me. He made sure I ate and felt warm enough in the apartment. As we sat on the floor and nibbled on chips, listening to Bad Religion I decided I needed to know more about him.

“Buddy, who lives upstairs?” I asked. “My mother,” he answered, as though it was obvious.

“Oh, I haven’t seen her.”

“She’s been away for a few weeks,” he said as he lit a smoke.

“Does your father live up there too?” I asked, as he isn't offering much information. He sighed as he passed it to me. I take it eagerly.

“No, my father is not here,” he informed me. I assumed they must be divorced. Before I have the chance to ask him another question, he distracts me by crawling behind me, kissing my neck as he holds my hair up. I lean back as his lips move from my neck to my chin to my lips. I melt into him.

In the evening he took me to his friend's gig at a local club, sneaking me in the back door, because I am so far from twenty one. He told me was nineteen so I am not sure how he is getting served. I lose Buddy to the mosh pit at times,