Worth the Wait (Sexy Nerd Boys #1) (21 page)

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Asher:             

              When most people first set eyes on me they assume I’m a delinquent, a thug, or at the very least that I’m in a band. But, looks can be deceiving. I never thought I’d get sick of random hook ups with more than willing college co-eds, but that scene is getting old. And, I
really
never expected to fall for an adorable, sexy, shy…virgin. But, sometimes things don’t turn out how you expect.

Eve:             

              Super virgin…that’s me. I’ve never kissed a boy, heck I’ve never even been on a date before. How I ended up catching the eye of a sexy, tattooed playboy at my very first college party I’ll never know. He’s way out of my league…but maybe it’s finally my chance to let loose a little and find out who I really am. That’s what college is for, right?

Excerpt:

Asher

              Brittany or Brandi or whatever-her-name-is presses her tits against me and I tilt my head down to hear what she’s trying to say.

              “We should get out of here.” She whispers breathily into my ear.

I sigh inwardly. I know most guys would give their left nut to be in my position with beautiful women hanging all over them, asking them to take them home to fuck them. Hell, if you would’ve told me two years ago or even last year that I would be reluctant to take a hot piece of ass wherever she wanted to go I’d have told you that you were insane. But, truth be told, I’m bored as hell with this whole thing. Maybe I just want something a little deeper than meaningless sex.

As I lift my head, still considering my answer, my eye catches on a girl by the stairs. I say
girl
because she almost looks too young to be at a college party, certainly too innocent. She’s tiny, I could probably fit her right in my pocket. She’s wearing somewhat baggy clothes that make her look even smaller and her hair is long, wavy, and dirty blond in color. Huh, spotting a natural blond is like spotting big foot. My gaze travels up to her face and I take in her delicate features. Her nose is slightly upturned, and her upper lip is a little too big compared to her bottom lip but somehow her features work perfectly together. And, then I reach her light brown eyes and I realize she’s staring at me. Not only is she staring at me, she looks like she likes what she sees. I catch her eye and wink at her playfully. She suddenly blushes tomato red and turns to flee.

              She whips around quickly and cracks her head against the railing of the stairs and before I can talk myself out of it I disentangle myself from whatever her name is and rush over check on awkward girl.

              When I reach her she’s rubbing her head and still has deep red coloring her cheeks. She’s even more attractive up close but right now she looks like she’s going to cry.

              “Are you alright?” I ask her nervously.
Please don’t cry
, I never know what to do when girls cry.

She nods wordlessly and avoids looking at me. She ducks her head and tries to skirt around me. I step in front of her and wait for her to look up at me.

              “Excuse me.” She squeaks out nervously.

              “Are you sure you’re okay? It looked like you cracked your head pretty hard.” I ask again.

She looks away from me again and nods.

              “Excuse me please. I’m just trying to leave.” Her voice is quiet and somewhat pleading.

People tend to think I’m a bit of a badass when they see my tattoos and piercings. What most people don’t know about me is I have a crazy soft spot for the needy. When I was a kid I was constantly rescuing baby bunnies and getting in trouble at school for standing up to bullies for kids who were getting picked on. So, when I see her misty eyes and hear her sad, desperate voice all I want to do is make sure she gets home safe

              “Let me walk you, it’s not safe for a pretty girl to be out alone at night.” I offer.

Her eyes go wide either due to my offer or the revelation that someone might want to hurt her out on the streets I don’t know. She nods in agreement and we both make our way to the exit.

              “Where do you live?” I ask casually.

I see her tense slightly at my question. Does she think I’m trying to stalk her to something? Obviously I’m going to know where she lives once we get there. This thought seems to occur to her too, because after a moment she answers me.

              “I live in Rite Hall.”

Her voice isn’t what I expected at all based on her appearance. She’s such a little thing and had been so terrified and squeaky back at the frat house I expected more of a Minnie Mouse voice. But, honestly the only way to describe her voice is sultry. Unlike most women though it’s obvious she isn’t doing it on purpose to come across as sexy. In fact, I’d be willing to bet money she has no idea how sexy she is.

              “So you’re a freshman?”

She nods. I wait for her to ask what I am but the silence just stretches out between us.

              “I’m a junior.” I say trying to break up the awkward pause.

Again, I wait for her to respond and when she doesn’t I simply continue talking.

“I’m an astrophysics major, hence the galaxy tattoo on my arm. I’ve always been obsessed with the universe. And, math is kind of my thing so yeah...”

              “That’s really...amazing.” She says it like she is truly in awe of the fact that I’m an astrophysics major.

I usually don’t tell girls about my major, so I’m not sure why I told her. But, for some reason it just seemed like it would be nice to tell her something real about myself.

              “This is the part in normal social interaction where you tell me about your major.” I inform her teasingly.

She squirms uncomfortably. Shit, now I feel like an ass.

              “Sorry, I’m so...awkward.”

Her tone is so sad, resigned I have the urge to pull her close and make her feel better. Whoa there tiger, take a chill or you’re going to make this girl go screaming into the night.

              “Nah, you’re cute.” I assure her.

She lets out a self-deprecating laugh.

              “I’m not sure about my major.” She says. “I just want to learn about all the things I don’t know about the world.”

              “That is refreshingly profound.”

              “Um, this is my building.” She says stopping in front of the large brick building.

I don’t want to let her go yet, I want to get to know more about her. I don’t even know her name. I open my mouth to ask and realize that she’s staring at my lips. Does she want me to kiss her?

              “I never did get your name.” I say.

She continues to stare at my lips and doesn’t respond to my statement. Hell, I’m going to go for it. I start to lean forward and suddenly she startles like a cat having a bucket of water thrown on it. She jumps back and whips around to swipe her I.D. card in the door to gain access.

              “Thanks for walking me, see you later.” She says hurriedly without turning back around.

              “Wait I didn’t even get your name.” I call out, but she’s already inside, taking the stairs two at a time.

Well, at least I know which building she lives in so it shouldn’t be too hard to find her. Ah, but now I do sound like a stalker. I take a deep breath and turn to head home.

              “Do my eyes deceive me? Asher wright, home before midnight...alone?” My roommate gasps in mock horror as I flop down on the couch beside him and grab the PS4 controller from him to finish off the boss who was about to kick his ass.

              “Shut up Dex.” I mutter.

Dex is a good guy, and I would never admit it to him, but he might just be starting to rub off on me. Nothing makes womanizing look worse than a guy who’s working his ass off to support a kid. Dex had gotten a girl knocked up in high school and instead of giving it up for adoption he turned down a scholarship to MIT to come to this shitty little college not far from where his mom and baby girl are currently living. He’s a standup guy. We’d met last year in physics club, because we’re both nerds.

“Touchy subject?” He asks with humor.

I give him the finger before tossing the controller back at him and getting up to go to bed, with visions of that cute, nameless girl dancing in my head.

K.M. Neuhold is 26 years old and lives in Madison, WI with her wonderful husband, loveable dog, and three crazy cats. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and when she isn’t writing she has a serious reading addiction.

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