Noah's pov

        Of course, I wanted to make love to her, I needed to. The lustful eyes weren't enough proof? 

        Maybe she wanted to get my consent, Does being behind her by a year or two matter that much?

        I think it makes the sex more… I'm overthinking. Stop! 

        Took time. 

        Not thinking about what to reply, I wanted to. Her gaze and the way she tilted her eyes and made that sexy face got me distracted.

        I cleared my throat, "Yes, yes!"

        She rolled her eyes," At least say it like you mean it. Say what you want, don't you dare to be shy with me Noah"

        How could I have disagreed? I wanted to be her pet, to be tied up in her apartment for her pleasure. Yeah, she had turned into my obsession. 

        Being liberal, shameless, and straightforward made me think I could be her equal. That I could make love to her. That I would for that single moment reap gold… some kind of Cinderella. 

        "I w...want to make love to you. I want to sleep with you, B", I let my feelings out. 

        B didn't seem phased out by my reply, as if to her my reply was obvious. I was offended but fought the disappointment from showing on my face.

        She said at last, "Do you have a girl?"

        I shook my head in disagreement, I would have lied if otherwise.

        She stroked her lips with an index finger.

        "I see. Too bad that I can't make love to you Noah."

        WHAT? 

        Those cold words cut deep inside me, what did I do wrong? I was so close. Maybe she wanted to fantasize about me cheating on a girl with her? Should I have lied?

        I felt like saying I have a girlfriend, but then I would contradict myself in the process and show how deceitful I can be to get that which I wanted. 

        Once a typical weirdo, I now can't imagine how much I wanted to make love to her. She would be my first conquest in college, probably my last.

        Why is she not interested in making love, what did I do?

        My lustful mind took control, I hardly heard anything she said after that heartbreak.

        But again, she's pretty, a junior, and rich, why would she bother with someone like me? I was extrapolating again, thinking about a future not attainable. I was hurt, but didn't take it to heart just yet, because I had aimed too high.

        Maybe I'll find myself a normal freshman girl, who can revive my imagination about college girls and leave the rich kids for the people at their level.

        I could have spent the entire evening consoling my hurt ego, but she got me out of my mind.