She’s making me sweat and damn if she doesn’t look seriously fucking hot standing there looking up at me, arms crossed over her chest, hip jutting out and a smirk on her face that I just want to kiss off.
I feel like a dick standing up here, everyone’s eyes on me as this girl makes me sweat an answer to my question. I can tell she’s loving it though, loving the idea that she’s the first and only girl to make me wait for it.
And to be honest, it’s actually kind of a turn on, the way she doesn’t follow the crowd or just fall for my bullshit like everyone else. There’s something to be said for having to work for it and Madison Montgomery is definitely making me work for it.
“Well?” I prompt, waving a hand at her.
She smiles, giving me a small nod as she mouths the word “yes” up at me.
I let out a loud whoop, clapping my hands together as I jump off the table, landing in front of her. She doesn’t move, doesn’t flinch or step back and I when I grin at her, that smirk of hers returns. “Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” I say playfully.
Madison rolls her eyes, laughing a little. “Is that so?”
“Uh huh,” I murmur, stepping even closer so we’re practically touching. There’s a strange energy swirling between us that feels almost tangible and as her eyes widen a little, I swear she can feel it too.
She doesn’t move though, almost as though she’s trying to prove a point by standing her ground, daring me to acknowledge whatever this is between us.
“You better not make me regret it,” she says, her voice low.
I put a hand to my chest as I feign being wounded by her words. “Me?” I ask. “Never.”
“Hmm mmm,” she says, uncrossing her arms. “You forget, I know exactly who you are, Matt Lieberman.”
I grin. “Course you do,” I say, my arms out wide. “Look at me.” Madison rolls her eyes again, slapping me on the chest as she moves away to sort her laundry out. I follow her over to our machines, watching as she pulls out her wet clothes and moves them into a dryer.
“You need to do the same for yours if you want them to dry,” she says, motioning toward my machine.
I mirror her actions, smiling when she puts a couple of quarters on my dryer. When our machines are finally running, I turn and lean back against mine, arms crossed over my chest. “So,” I start.
Madison does the same, repeating the word back at me. “So.”
I push off mine and move to stand in front of her. “Should we go and grab dinner?”
Madison’s eyes flick over my shoulder to the group of girls that are still in the laundromat. I’ve seen them before, they’re the kind of girls that come to our games and our parties. The kind of girls who seem to trade off football players each week without giving it a second thought. The kind of girls I used to be into.
Well, until now.
“I think I’d rather wait till my clothes are done,” she says, eyes moving back to me.
I take a step closer to her, the heat and energy once again swirling between us. I rest a hand on the machine beside her, feel the vibration of it beneath my palm. “Okay,” I breathe out. “We’ll wait.”
Madison nods and this close, I can smell the intoxicating scent of her. Something fruity and light, almost like summer. “Okay,” she whispers.
Forty minutes later and our clothes are done and we’re both standing with freshly cleaned laundry. Madison’s is all folded in her basket, mine is all shoved into a bag.
“You want to dump that in your car?” I ask, nodding toward her clothes.
She blinks once, her tongue poking out to wet her lips and fuck me if that action doesn’t send a jolt of lust straight through me. We’d spent the time waiting for our clothes to dry talking and flirting again, the playful banter we had going on now back as we traded jokes and jabs that never delved too personal. All of it had been great, but it had also left me wanting more, a lot more.
“I walked over here,” she says.
Grinning, I step closer, dropping my bag into her basket before taking it from her hands. “We can leave it in my car,” I say as I head for the door.
Madison follows me and after I dump our stuff on my backseat, I turn back to find her standing on the sidewalk, watching me. “You nervous?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I step toward her, reaching for her hand. “You sure?”
I smile, threading my fingers through hers. “You don’t have to be nervous,” I whisper. “I promise I don’t bite. Well, not unless you want me to,” I add.
Madison laughs now, swatting my chest as I tug her closer, not letting go of her hand. “Come on smart ass,” she says, elbowing my side. “You owe me dinner.”
We walk hand in hand down the street, which feels both strange and entirely comfortable. Doing this, going on a date with a girl, and holding her hand as we walk down the street is not something I normally do and even though I feel like everyone is watching us, it also feels completely right at the same time.
When we reach a small Mexican restaurant, I pause, gesturing. “You like Mexican food?”
Madison smiles. “I do.”
I grab the door and open it. “Then after you.”
After we’ve been seated and ordered some drinks, I look across at Madison who is sitting opposite me, her elbows resting on the table and her eyes on me, a small smile on her face.
“What?” I ask, taking a sip of my corona.
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “I’m just trying to work you out.”
“Work me out?” I ask with narrowed eyes. “I’m a pretty straight forward guy.”
Madison smiles. “I know, that’s what I mean. You’re a football jock who uses his charm and his good looks to pick up girls. You don’t date and you aren’t serious about anything. So…”
I let out a laugh. “Wow, you got all that from one trip to the laundromat, are you psychic or something?”
Now it’s Madison laughing. “No, I just know your type, that’s all.”
“Uh huh,” I say, mirroring her pose as I rest my elbows on the table and lean toward her. “And that’s what, the dumb jock who picks up lots of girls, doesn’t date and never gets serious with any of them?”
Madison leans a tiny bit closer. “Yep,” she says with a grin.
I scoff, sitting back a little. “I am not,” I start, shaking my head when Madison starts laughing. “Okay, fine, maybe I am, but it doesn’t mean I can’t change.”
She raises a brow. “Oh, is that what this is?”
“I don’t know,” I blurt out. “This is…it’s…it’s something…new.” I sound like a fucking idiot who has no idea what he wants or even what he’s trying to say. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but she has me all tongue tied and shit, which is so not like me.
“Something new?” Madison repeats.
“Or,” she offers, “it is the chase,” she says, reminding me of what she said to me back in the laundromat.
I let out an exhale before taking a sip of my beer. “Look,” I eventually say. “Honestly, I don’t know what this is, Madison. Yes, you’re hot and yes, I like hanging out with you. And yeah, the fact you didn’t immediately wanna jump my bones like those other chicks in the laundromat is actually kind of a turn on. I’m not trying to be anything I’m not here, okay. I just, I don’t know, I want to get to know you a bit.”
Madison stares at me, not saying anything in response to my answer. I’m silently begging the waiter to get his ass over here so we can order and I can pretend I didn’t just blurt out a random bunch of shit and make this way more awkward than I needed to.
“Jump your bones, huh,” she eventually says. “I mean, does anyone say that anymore?”
She’s grinning at me now and I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head at her. “Smart ass,” I murmur. She sits back, lifting her shoulders as if to say, what do you expect. “You’re different to everyone else, Madison, and I like that,” I add, as though that explains everything.
“Different good or different bad?” she asks, her nose scrunched up.
I laugh. “Different good, obviously,” I say, just as the waiter finally appears to take our order. After he’s gone, I turn back to her. “I like that you’re different, and yeah it’s intriguing and it makes me want to get to know you, but I’m not playing any games here, okay?”
She stares back at me, a serious expression on her face. “I don’t play games,” she says.
“Me either,” I add. “Well except football.”
That gets me a laugh. “Okay fine,” she says, letting out a breath. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”
Now it’s me laughing. “It will be worth your while, I promise.” This earns me an eye roll and a smile and I find myself reaching across the table for her hand. She flinches when I take it, but doesn’t pull away. “How come I’ve never seen you before?” I whisper, my eyes locked with hers. They are this amazing whiskey color and when she watches me, I feel like I could drown in them.
Madison’s tongue pokes out as she wets her bottom lip. “I don’t watch football,” she says, her voice low.
“We can change that,” I say with a wink. “But even around campus, I mean you go to Hawthorn right?”
Madison nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah, I do. Transferred here last year.”
She goes to pull her hand away, but I hold onto it, my thumb brushing across the inside of her wrist. “Where’d you transfer from?” I ask.
I keep slowly stroking her wrist. I can feel her pulse, which is pounding beneath her skin. “You like it here?” I ask.
She blinks, as though surprised by my question. “I do, yeah.”
I smile, lifting her hand to my mouth and pressing a kissing to her wrist. “Good,” I whisper, just as our food appears.
Dinner is filled with lighter, flirtier conversation. It’s like we are back in the laundromat again and everything is fun and playful and not whatever that was before. She’s slowly telling me more about herself, but it feels like with every new thing I learn, I just want to know more and more.
The whole thing honestly has my head spinning. I’m never like this with girls. Most of the time, I’m just looking for a hook up and a good time. But with Madison, everything feels different and interesting, but in such a good way.
When the check arrives, I grab it before she has a chance to. “Nope, my invite, I’ll pay,” I say. “Besides, you spotted me like what, a buck fifty for the clothes, so I feel like I owe you.”
Madison laughs, throwing her head back as we both stand from the table. “Okay, well thank you, this was nice.”
I sling an arm around her shoulder as we walk out of the restaurant. “It was, we should do it again sometime.”
She elbows me in the ribs, glancing up at me with a smile on her face. “You’re really working this whole thing, aren’t you?”
I grin. “Do people say working it anymore?” I tease, earning me another laugh and elbow to the ribs.
“Well, you do,” she says, giggling.
I nudge her with my hip as we walk back to my car. When we reach it, we both pause, unsure about what happens next. Turning, I see her basket of laundry sitting on my back seat, remember that she walked here. It’s dark now, the sun having set and regardless of how much I don’t want this moment to end, I also definitely don’t want her walking back home alone.
“So,” I say, turning back to her, my arm still around her shoulders. “Can I drive you home?”
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