Kiss Me Like This
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Serena didn’t say that she was relieved, but he could hear it in her voice. And she wasn’t the only one. All week, he’d had ugly visions of what that professor probably dreamed of doing to his supermodel student. Now, thankfully, it looked like Sean didn’t have to worry about it anymore, since the guy had decided to back off. Had him showing up with Serena at his office and her kissing him on the cheek played a part in the professor’s sudden about-face?
“And has anyone on campus given you grief over the story about us?”
“Well, since no one knew it was all made up, I’m pretty sure all the other girls on campus aren’t too happy about me stealing the most wanted guy at Stanford.” She wasn’t saying it to flirt with him, he realized, she was simply telling him how the week had gone for her. “But apart from that, I’m already such a freak that, honestly, I don’t think anyone really blinked an eye over it.”
“You’re not a freak.”
“When I was five years old and in kindergarten, I was already taller than the third-grade boys.”
“Okay,” he said in a teasing voice, “maybe that is a little freaky.”
He was glad when a surprised laugh bubbled out from her lips. “How tall are you?”
“Six-four.”
“I actually have to tilt my head to look up at you. That hardly ever happens.”
They were, he already knew, a perfect fit...and again, that urge to thread his fingers through her silky hair and drag her into him for a kiss almost overpowered his better sense.
“What about you? I know it must have been weird for you to find pictures of yourself online like that. I was so shell-shocked by it on Monday that I didn’t think to check in about how you were doing until you were already gone, and I didn’t want to bug you with texts.”
He could feel an apology coming on, but since none of it was her fault, he cut her off at the pass. “First, you should text me whenever you feel like it. And, honestly, it wasn’t that big a deal. Except for having to tell people that we weren’t actually dating. That sucked.”
“It did?”
Seriously, did she not have any sense at all of just how amazing she was? Not just beautiful, but easy to be with, and so warm, that she’d actually managed to melt some of the ice that had frozen his heart this year.
“Big time. But if you’ll agree that tonight is a date and not just two buddies hanging out, that might help me get over it.”
When she didn’t say anything back, or give even the slightest hint of a smile, he knew he was moving too fast again. Hell, hadn’t she already told him a half-dozen times that she wasn’t here to date? Why didn’t he actually listen for once?
On a low curse, he said, “I know I’ve got to stop trying to push you like that.”
“No,” she said softly, “it’s actually really nice, the way you keep asking me out. It’s just...” She flushed. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this, because then you’ll know exactly how much of a freak I really am, but I haven’t exactly been out on a lot of dates.”
“First of all, stop calling yourself a freak. It’s really starting to piss me off. And second, guys must have been falling all over you for years, so I don’t get how you not dating is even possible.”
“I’ve always worked a lot,” she explained. “And I haven’t been to a normal school since I was a really little kid. This is the first time in my life that my mother hasn’t been with me pretty much all the time.”
He frowned. “She couldn’t have been with you every second of every day.”
“She was extremely protective. And—” She scrunched up her face as if she was embarrassed. “—I never really tried that hard to push the boundaries with her. Not until I decided to give up my career to go to school.” She took a deep breath and turned to face him, brave and beautiful. “Ask me again, Sean.”
The late afternoon sun was at her back and she was so radiant that for a few seconds, he almost couldn’t remember how to form words. He didn’t have his camera with him, but that didn’t stop him from taking a picture in his head.
“Will you go on a date with me tonight?”
“I’d love to.”
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Sean led them into the middle of a field. “We’re here. Welcome to your first official normal college student experience.”
The green sign in front of them was faded enough that Serena had to step close to it and squint to make out the words. “Stanford University Frisbee Golf Course.” She looked from the sign to Sean. “This is what normal college students do on a Friday night?”
“According to my parents—” When he paused, she watched him fight back the wave of grief that tried to get in as he pasted a grin on his lips. “Frisbee Golf used to be really cool back in the day.”
“Which day was that, exactly?”
They both laughed, and she was glad to note that it sounded less and less rusty every time he did. Sean Morrison had been born to smile and laugh. But he clearly hadn’t done it nearly enough lately, and it broke her heart. Especially when he’d obviously worked so hard to think of something “normal” that they could do in a totally off-the-grid setting where they wouldn’t have to deal with people looking at them or taking more pictures.
Because she was pretty darn sure that they were going to be the only two people out on this Frisbee Golf course tonight...
He walked toward an oak tree and pulled out two Frisbees from behind it, one red, one blue. He presented the red one to her as if it were a rose. “The rules are the same as regular or miniature golf. A stroke is counted every time the Frisbee is thrown and we stop counting once we make it in. We don’t have to keep score if you don’t want to.”
“You’re not the only competitive one,” she told him, even though she’d never thrown a Frisbee in her life. How hard could it be? “Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”
His stance was at once precise and effortless, and when he let the Frisbee go, it sailed through the air with a little whistle then landed smack dab in the middle of the faded blue metal basket around the silver pole.
She couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at him, and it wasn’t just because he was breathtakingly handsome in his jeans and T-shirt. Seeing how pleased he was at getting a hole in one was super cute, too, and she could easily see him as a little boy with his parents as they showed him how to play this strange game.
“And has anyone on campus given you grief over the story about us?”
“Well, since no one knew it was all made up, I’m pretty sure all the other girls on campus aren’t too happy about me stealing the most wanted guy at Stanford.” She wasn’t saying it to flirt with him, he realized, she was simply telling him how the week had gone for her. “But apart from that, I’m already such a freak that, honestly, I don’t think anyone really blinked an eye over it.”
“You’re not a freak.”
“When I was five years old and in kindergarten, I was already taller than the third-grade boys.”
“Okay,” he said in a teasing voice, “maybe that is a little freaky.”
He was glad when a surprised laugh bubbled out from her lips. “How tall are you?”
“Six-four.”
“I actually have to tilt my head to look up at you. That hardly ever happens.”
They were, he already knew, a perfect fit...and again, that urge to thread his fingers through her silky hair and drag her into him for a kiss almost overpowered his better sense.
“What about you? I know it must have been weird for you to find pictures of yourself online like that. I was so shell-shocked by it on Monday that I didn’t think to check in about how you were doing until you were already gone, and I didn’t want to bug you with texts.”
He could feel an apology coming on, but since none of it was her fault, he cut her off at the pass. “First, you should text me whenever you feel like it. And, honestly, it wasn’t that big a deal. Except for having to tell people that we weren’t actually dating. That sucked.”
“It did?”
Seriously, did she not have any sense at all of just how amazing she was? Not just beautiful, but easy to be with, and so warm, that she’d actually managed to melt some of the ice that had frozen his heart this year.
“Big time. But if you’ll agree that tonight is a date and not just two buddies hanging out, that might help me get over it.”
When she didn’t say anything back, or give even the slightest hint of a smile, he knew he was moving too fast again. Hell, hadn’t she already told him a half-dozen times that she wasn’t here to date? Why didn’t he actually listen for once?
On a low curse, he said, “I know I’ve got to stop trying to push you like that.”
“No,” she said softly, “it’s actually really nice, the way you keep asking me out. It’s just...” She flushed. “I can’t believe I’m about to tell you this, because then you’ll know exactly how much of a freak I really am, but I haven’t exactly been out on a lot of dates.”
“First of all, stop calling yourself a freak. It’s really starting to piss me off. And second, guys must have been falling all over you for years, so I don’t get how you not dating is even possible.”
“I’ve always worked a lot,” she explained. “And I haven’t been to a normal school since I was a really little kid. This is the first time in my life that my mother hasn’t been with me pretty much all the time.”
He frowned. “She couldn’t have been with you every second of every day.”
“She was extremely protective. And—” She scrunched up her face as if she was embarrassed. “—I never really tried that hard to push the boundaries with her. Not until I decided to give up my career to go to school.” She took a deep breath and turned to face him, brave and beautiful. “Ask me again, Sean.”
The late afternoon sun was at her back and she was so radiant that for a few seconds, he almost couldn’t remember how to form words. He didn’t have his camera with him, but that didn’t stop him from taking a picture in his head.
“Will you go on a date with me tonight?”
“I’d love to.”
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Sean led them into the middle of a field. “We’re here. Welcome to your first official normal college student experience.”
The green sign in front of them was faded enough that Serena had to step close to it and squint to make out the words. “Stanford University Frisbee Golf Course.” She looked from the sign to Sean. “This is what normal college students do on a Friday night?”
“According to my parents—” When he paused, she watched him fight back the wave of grief that tried to get in as he pasted a grin on his lips. “Frisbee Golf used to be really cool back in the day.”
“Which day was that, exactly?”
They both laughed, and she was glad to note that it sounded less and less rusty every time he did. Sean Morrison had been born to smile and laugh. But he clearly hadn’t done it nearly enough lately, and it broke her heart. Especially when he’d obviously worked so hard to think of something “normal” that they could do in a totally off-the-grid setting where they wouldn’t have to deal with people looking at them or taking more pictures.
Because she was pretty darn sure that they were going to be the only two people out on this Frisbee Golf course tonight...
He walked toward an oak tree and pulled out two Frisbees from behind it, one red, one blue. He presented the red one to her as if it were a rose. “The rules are the same as regular or miniature golf. A stroke is counted every time the Frisbee is thrown and we stop counting once we make it in. We don’t have to keep score if you don’t want to.”
“You’re not the only competitive one,” she told him, even though she’d never thrown a Frisbee in her life. How hard could it be? “Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”
His stance was at once precise and effortless, and when he let the Frisbee go, it sailed through the air with a little whistle then landed smack dab in the middle of the faded blue metal basket around the silver pole.
She couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at him, and it wasn’t just because he was breathtakingly handsome in his jeans and T-shirt. Seeing how pleased he was at getting a hole in one was super cute, too, and she could easily see him as a little boy with his parents as they showed him how to play this strange game.
