Holding On (Memories #1.5)(11)
Author: Emma Hart

I wish she wouldn’t change the f**king subject like that. “No, he was cool. One of the guys in the office is a bit of a jerk, but I guess I can learn to live with him.”

She smiles. “Adam. He’s okay, just a bit wary of new people.” She shrugs. “Dad took him on to help him out, too.”

“I think Adam will be fine. After all, I don’t have my surfboard to use as a deadly weapon anymore.”

Lexy glances over her shoulder at me. “Oh, because you’re oh so deadly with it, right?”

“Absolutely.” I grin, and lean against the table, crossing my arms. “Do you not remember yours nearly taking you out when I taught you?”

“It did not nearly take me out!” she huffs, stomping her foot. “I had it perfectly under control. It was that stupid wave.”

“Of course, Princess.”

“It’s true!”

“I’m sure it is, in your mind.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’re deliberately annoying me, aren’t you?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because.” She shrugs.

“Because isn’t really an answer, is it?”

“It is in my book.”

“Then your book needs rewriting.” I laugh.

She throws a grape at my head, giggling. I gasp in mock shock, and she freezes. One side of my lips curl upwards. She shakes her head and steps backwards.

“I’m sorry. I was aiming for the, errrr, television,” she hedges.

I run forward, and she squeals. I grasp her round the waist, tickling her. She cries out as I pull her towards the sofa. We both fall onto it, me leaning over her.

“Stop tickling me, please,” she begs, writhing and wriggling beneath me.

“Fine.” I rest my hand against her side instead, pressing my lips to hers. She stops moving for a second. She grazes her teeth along my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. I growl a little deep in my throat, feeling the movement all the way down to my dick.

She fists a hand in my hair, holding me against her. Her other hand grips my back, and she loops her legs around mine. I lower my hips until they’re pressing against hers, my tongue slipping between her lips. She whimpers when my hips meet hers, her body tensing slightly under mine. I run my hand along her side, down her thigh, and back up. It creeps beneath her top, making contact with the hot skin waiting there.

I hear her intake of breath at the exact same time there’s a knock on the door. I have half a mind to yell at them to f**k off, but Lexy breaks the kiss, grinning.

“Dinner!” she says happily.

She unwraps her body from mine, and as I climb from her to answer the door, I’m smiling. I open the door, pay the guy, and take the food. The smell of Chinese food assaults my nose, making my stomach rumble.

“Yum.” Lexy takes the bag from me and sets it on the table. She immediately begins to pull everything out.

I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and I press my lips against her collarbone.

“Alec,” she scolds half-heartedly. “I’m hungry.”

“So am I, Princess,” I mutter, kissing up her neck.

“For food,” she stresses, holding up the prawn crackers.

“Fine.” I kiss her neck once more, a lingering touch. “But this isn’t over.”

“Is it not?” She turns her face towards mine, a smile playing on her lips.

I push my hips against her ass. She audibly swallows.

“No,” I growl. “It’s not f**king over.”

She grins, takes a bite of a prawn cracker, and winks. I laugh, releasing her and grabbing two forks.

Lexy slides into “her” seat at my table, and takes the fork I offer. I sit opposite her, watching her as I eat. She peers up at me, looks back down, and looks back up again. She does this several times before finally speaking.

“Why are you watching me?”

“I like watching you. You should know that by now.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Look at me too much and one day, you’ll get bored of it.”

I chew slowly, my lips forming a smile.

“What?” she demands.

“That’s funny.”

“How is it funny?” She puts her fork down.

“Because there is no way on this planet, or any other, that I could ever get bored of looking at you.”

“Why not?” She smiles.

“Because,” I reply.

“’Because isn’t really an answer, is it?’” she mocks.

I grin. “It is in your book, remember?”

She chucks a prawn at me. Twice.

BING

“I said I’d call you,” I grind out to Heidi on the phone. This is why I usually take a girl home straight away – no numbers involved, therefore no phone calls when the promised call doesn’t show up.

“But you haven’t,” she replies.

“I know that. I’ve been busy.”

“You weren’t going to call, were you?”

Funnily enough, I was. “Yeah, I was.”

“Hmph.” She huffs. I bite back my sigh. “Well, are you free tonight?”

“Sure am,” I reply, changing tact. “I hope that means you are too.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t, Bing.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“See you later.”

I hang up, leaning back on my bed. Heidi is a bit annoying, but get her in a bedroom and goddamn, that girl knows what she’s doing. In fact, she’s good enough that she might even stay around for longer than just two or three f**ks.

And, a small part of my mind whispers, it’ll show another blonde that you can hold down a relationship.

Chapter Six

ALEXIS

“Hello? Is anyone home?” I wave my hand in front of Jen’s face as we cross the university courtyard after our first day.

“Huh?” She focuses on me. “Yes. I’m here.”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been in an odd mood all day. You and Carl still not talking?”

“Yeah… We are. He called a few days ago and did some serious grovelling.” She shrugs.

“Is he coming up then?”

She shoots a look at me. “Don’t be so damn stupid. Of course he isn’t bringing his lazy ass up here to see me. You’ll laugh when you hear his solution to the problem, really, you will. I nearly peed myself.”

That comment earns her a couple of odd looks from people around us.

“What was his solution?”

“That we Skype. We f**king Skype.”

“That’s not… That bad.” I shrug.

“For two hours a day. Every day.”