To give my future readers and fans a taste of what and how I write, I have decided to post a new short story piece by piece on this blog every week. Enjoy!
He sat down across from me, leaning back with his arms folded across his chest. He just stared for a few seconds until I forced a laugh and looked down, embarrassed.
He cleared his throat and leaned forward across the table, inviting me with his eyes to do the same. The 5 o’clock shadow on his face touched my cheek as he whispered in my ear.
"This group of girls doesn’t suit you," he said, slowly, drawing out each word.
I laughed. “What is that supposed to mean?”
"Think about it." Then he pulled back and held my gaze for a second.
That was the moment I realized he wanted to fuck me.
And I was going to let him.