Because you want to have sex with him and are trying to pick something that visually says,yes, I would like sex please.
My eyes rolled heavily as I looked down at my cotton shorts and tank top. I huffed and peeled the tank top over my head. Too obvious. I tossed it on the bed and reached for the Tigers hoodie I’d originally selected. Once I pulled it on, I grabbed my poofy faux fur slippers that looked like I had poodles attached to my feet.
Before heading downstairs, I peeked in on Rylee and she was already out cold. After an extended day at school and our dance party, my poor baby didn’t have anything left but at least she was going to sleep well tonight.
When I reached the kitchen, I found Ryland sitting in the same place he was last night, but instead of smoking this time, he had a bottle of Black Ops sitting in front of him.
There was also a bottle of wine, already uncorked. Next to the Black Ops was an expensive crystal glass shaped like a spinning top on the bottom, leaning on its side right beside a wine glass that looked as if it could accommodate the entire bottle. Both were empty, so I assumed he was waiting on me.
“What’s this?”I stopped at the table and motioned to the setup he prepared.
“We’re chillin’,”Ryland signed and pulled out my chair from last night. After I was seated, he dragged it closer.
“So no personal space then?”I teased and he grinned.
“You have a problem being close to me?”
“Depends on why you want me close.”
His lips curved arrogantly. He reached for the Black Ops, removing the cork, filled his glass and motioned to the wine.
“You drinking?”
“It’s my favorite wine. Of course I’m drinking.”I rolled my eyes and he lifted the bottle of Divine Vines Sweet red that he no doubt saw at my house the first night he met Rylee.
While he filled my glass, I touched the one his liquor was in.“This is fancy.”
“It was a gift,”he signed after he pushed my wine glass closer.
“From who?”
“My mother and if you say them shits are ugly I’m telling her.”
I laughed.“They’re not ugly, just interesting.”
I lifted my glass and took a sip before placing it between my thighs out of habit. His gaze followed, lingering for a minute before it moved back to my face.“You love wearing those little shorts. You trying to let me see something.”
“No. I’m trying to be comfortable,”I signed before I lifted my wine, drinking while I kept my eyes on him. The curve of his lips before his eyes dropped to my thighs again had my body warming.
“You better be glad you have them on so I can ignore that damn hoodie.”
“I can’t R-E-P my team?”
“That’s not your team. You’re team P-A-R-K-S and I’m a Shark.”
“I’m not on your team.”
“Yet?”he signed with an arrogance that had me willing to confirm that I indeed was already on his team.
Ryland lifted his glass and I watched as he brought it to his lips and his throat moved as the brown liquid traveled down. When the glass was back on the table, his hands were moving.“Why a teacher?”
My brow lifted slowly.“Why do you want to know?”
“Because that’s what adults do when they’re feeling someone. They get to know each other.”
“And you think I’m feeling you, why?”I lifted my glass and smiled smugly as I took a sip.
“You’re wearing them little ass shorts because you want me to see them pretty thighs so I can imagine what they’re gonna look like wrapped around me.”