Sighing, I steal one last glance of him before placing ear buds into my ears. I take my list of resolutions out of my pocket and look over them again.
My New Year’s Resolutions
Dump Adrian’s ass. For Good.
Stop thinking about Adrian’s ass. For Good.
Start getting massages at least twice a year... If it’s under fifty dollars...
Do something spontaneous and crazy. Just for the hell of it, something that would scare and excite me at the same time...
Have passionate, hot sex with someone who isn’t Adrian. (Okay, me and Adrian never had passionate, hot sex—Why was I with him again? Why was I—STOP IT...Must finish this list...)
Meet someone who wants to treat me all the time and not vice versa...
Write everyday...I’m supposed to be an aspiring journalist, but this list is the first thing I’ve written in months. MONTHS
Have passionate, hot sex...with someone who can give me an ORGASM...
Start working out...Ha! No. Scratch that...I’ll come back to number nine.
And number ten too..
And I still need a number eleven ...
I look over the list again and again, trying to think of something else to write, but nothing is coming.
Ugh...
“You needed to make a list to dump your boyfriend?” Blake looks over my shoulder.
“What the—” I immediately fold the paper and put it away. “You’re supposed to be reading!”
“I was, but I became intrigued by what you were reading.” He pulls one of the ear buds out of my ear. “I only got to number three, but it looked pretty interesting. Can I see the rest?”
“No. Definitely not.”
“Scared of what I might think?”
“I don’t care what you think. I don’t even know you.”
“You know that I’m attracted to you.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You know that I think your lips are f**kable, and you’re about to find out that if we were alone on this plane, I’d be f**king you against this seat until you screamed my name.”
“What?!” My jaw drops. “Did you seriously just say what I think you said?”
“Which part?””
“You know what? I’m going to switch seats now.”
“It’s a full flight.” He smiles. “You’re not going anywhere.”
We stare at each other without saying another word, and as much as I want to berate him for saying that ridiculous “fucking you against this seat” comment, I can’t deny that it turned me on. A lot.
“Would you like to ask me questions?” He finally breaks the silence. “Since I’ve asked you so many?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m never going to see you again, and once this flight lands I’m going to be sure to get the hell away from you as fast as I can.”
“Are you wet right now? You keep crossing and uncrossing your legs.”
“WHAT?!”
“Is there a problem, ma’am?” A flight attendant suddenly appears, clearly more fascinated with Blake than me.
“Yes. There is a problem.” I glare at Blake. “I need to switch seats. Right now.”
“I’m sorry ma’am.” Her eyes have yet to lose focus on Blake. “This is full a flight. If I could trade seats with you I would, but it’s not allowed. Is that all?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. That is all.”
She lets her eyes linger on him for a few more seconds before walking away.
“Was that really necessary?” Blake looks offended.
“You asked me if I was wet, so yes, it was completely necessary. You asking me that is the equivalent of me asking you if your dick is hard.”
“It is.”
I look down at his lap and hold back a gasp. “You know, for a lawyer, you’re pretty damn dumb when it comes to charge-worthy offenses.”
“Asking questions isn’t a crime.”
“Sexual harassment is.”
“It’s not harassment if the victim enjoys it.”
I have nothing to say to that. My panties have been wet since he first touched my bracelet; they were soaked the second he told me my lips were f**kable.
“Since you’d rather talk about drier things,” he says with a smirk, “why did you and your boyfriend break up?”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have another hour and you’ll never see me again. I’m also a really good listener.”
I sigh. It might be good to tell someone else what happened.
My family is “Team Adrian” and they never believe me when I tell them how horrible he is—only David. And I’m pretty sure now that he knows that we’re over, he won’t want to hear too much more about him.
“I’ll tell you,” I say, “but you have to promise not to interject with any more of your...Your comments.”
“I won’t.” He looks sincere.
“Okay, well...The first couple years were pretty good—they were exciting and I really liked him, but after we graduated from college things changed...”
“How so?”
“He became a lot more selfish, and he didn’t do little things for me like he used to. No random dates, no telling me I’m pretty just because, nothing.”
“I paid his way through law school and he was supposed to pay my way through journalism school once he finished. But instead of doing that, he changed his mind and decided that it didn’t make sense for me to go to journalism school...According to him, we needed to focus on building a life together, and he needed to focus on making partner at his firm as quickly as possible so he could make even more money. After that, ‘if I still wanted to go to pointless writing classes’ he said he’d pay for it...My credit is beyond shot right now, so I couldn’t get a loan for school if I wanted to, and—” I stop. Saying these words aloud makes my heart ache.