How to date a Nerd

Chapter 15

I'm just as bad as Douchebag Dad.

I walk to the door and shut it, standing so close to her I can feel her breath on my forehead. "Sorry, I'm not sure what to do here." I'm about to suck air into my cheeks but I stop myself. "But I hate seeing you like this. And I'm not leaving till I can help fix whatever's wrong."

She finally turns to me, confusion all over her face. Not saying anything, but at least she's looking at me. Her green eyes focus on mine, but what gets me most is her lips. Tight in the corners like she's suppressing some giant emotion. Anger, maybe, but it seems more like pain.

She's... oh gosh, she's hurt.

Don't know what comes over me. I don't care that my head is starting to throb again and my whole body aches. This stupid hangover doesn't matter right now. I don't want to see her pain anymore and next thing I know, I'm trying to erase the pain from her lips by pressing them with mine.

She's hesitant at first, refusing to respond and keeping her hands firmly at her sides. Am I still doing things wrong? Or did I just shock the hell out of her? I mean, I don't know how I ended up kissing her, but I don't want to stop. Like, never want to stop. So I don't pull away. Instead, I bite on her bottom lip, hoping she'll kiss me back.

And she does. Like, hell yes she does! She gives in with a sexy grunt, picks me up by my butt, and allows me to wrap my legs around her hips.

Ho-lee crap, I like that. A lot.

She whips me around so I'm trapped between her and the door. Her tongue slides past my teeth and I suck on it, hoping she'll never take it back. Oh yes, yes, yes. She's the best kisser in the whole freaking world! Even with the frenching, it's not sloppy or gross, it's just so fucking' fantastic!

Her fingers linger on my sides as deep moans escape her throat. Damn, that's hot. I can't stop my own passionate noises when her hips press into mine, making the door creak with every movement we make. Oh. My. Gosh. Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh. Everything gets warm as I feel every part of her I've wanted for so long against me. Her hand moves from my side to the inner workings of my knee, pulling me closer, which I didn't think was possible.

Is this really happening? Is she letting go of everything I've done to her? Everything I put her through? Does she want me just as much as I want her?

The weird thing is I'm not afraid of this. With every other guy, it was so different. Like, it wasn't me kissing them. And when things got too heated I'd jump back in my body and tell them to get their paws off. But with Lauren, I'm here—like the real me, Geek Camila, and she wants this too.

I leave her lips for a moment to kiss behind her ear, biting her lobe and involuntarily moaning as I let her explore my body with her hands. But before I get back to her amazing mouth, she backs off, dropping me flat on my butt.

"No," she says between breaths. "Camila, I can't." She starts mumbling a whole bunch of sorries and keeps her front from my view. It takes me a minute to catch my breath and get in a comfortable position on the floor. And for the room to stop spinning. "Why... why not?"

"I can't do it again." She interlocks her fingers behind her head and starts pacing, still keeping her back to me. "Do what again?" I ask. "This!" She finally turns around. "You. Me. I don't think I have it in me."

"What?" I can feel everything inside my chest tighten. Oh gosh, I don't want to have this conversation. I don't want to hear how horrible I am because I already know. "I can't fall for you again, Camila. Especially now."

My eyes widen, but other than that, I try to keep my composure. "Why not?" I ask. "Because I don't know who you are anymore." There's more tightening in the chest area, and something heavy falls into my stomach as what she says sinks in. "But, you know exactly who I am. You're the only one who knows who I am."