Chapter 10 Jaxon

“So much for that date, huh?” Amelia intertwined her hand with mine as we walked back to my apartment under the full moon. Since leaving the restaurant, she’d been in a pretty shitty mood, and I wasn’t sure why. While drinks with Grayce and Shawn had been a bit awkward, I couldn’t stop remembering the way Grayce’s face had lit up when I’d responded to her history of war comment. She’d seemed surprised a guy like me could engage in a conversation like that, and it pleased me. Had I tried to bring up the same conversation with Amelia, she would have shut that shit down in a second. If I was honest, I wished Grayce and I could have continued talking without the interruption.
“Yeah, I met that Shawn kid once, and he seems a bit out there,” I agreed.
“It wasn’t even him, it was the girl who bugged me,” Amelia said. “Grayce, right? What a bitch, getting all flirty with you right in front of me.”
“Flirting? We were just talking.”
“As if she could ever get someone like you,” Amelia proceeded to say, ignoring the words that had come out of my mouth. That was typical. It was rare that people, especially women, cared what I had to say. “You can tell she so desperately wants to be cool, but she’ll always be a loser.”
Part of me wanted to agree so she’d shut up, yet, surprisingly, another part of me wanted to defend Grayce. Granted, Grayce wasn’t the definition of beauty like Amelia was. She didn’t have the golden blond hair or the killer bod, but, hey, she seemed capable of some form of communication that didn’t entail insulting people she didn’t like. I could only imagine she also enjoyed other hobbies, which consisted of more than hair appointments and yo-yo dieting.
“Hey,” Amelia said. She pulled me to a stop in the middle of the empty lawn to plant a kiss on my lips. “Do you know how sexy you are?” Like a light switch, every thought of Grayce and Shawn and the whole dinner ordeal was pushed from my mind as Amelia slipped her tongue between my lips. She smelled sweet, like some expensive perfume that I would never know the name of. As we kissed, her hands ran through my hair, down my arms, my stomach, and then below my belt. Her fingers caressed the zipper on my jeans.
“That’s more like it,” she murmured, massaging my growing hard-on. “I want you inside of me.”
“As you wish,” I said, and we barely made it back to my place before clothes were flying off in every direction.