On The Floor (Second Story) by Jennifer LaCross Page B

have to know how gorgeous you are and no matter how many times I tell you that you have a body born in every boy’s wet dream and every man’s fantasy, you refuse to believe me.”
    “Stop!” I slap her again. “I know I’m pretty, but I’m not all that. And ew.”
    She links her arm with mine. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. What am I going to do with you?” She looks over at me and smiles. “You know I love you.”
    “I do.”
    “Good.”
    Good.

Chapter 5
     
     
     
    We make it back to the dorm right before ten, which leaves about two hours before I am supposed to meet with Jake. Since we’ll be working late, I decide to change into something more comfortable.
    “So you’re looking for something that says ‘I’m comfortable but I would totally be down for sexy time with you’?” Jenna asks me and I nod my head. “Totally doable.”
    She grabs a pair of black yoga pants and a thin white t-shirt. Then she throws me a hot pink lacy bra and pair of panties to match. She turns around and I put it all on and look in my full-length mirror. The shirt is tight around my chest and kind of see through. Not so see through that I look slutty, just enough to say: Oh, I just threw this on and didn’t have time to look in the mirror, so I had no idea you could see my bra.
    “Barefoot or socks?” I ask Jenna.
    “Definitely barefoot.” She smiles at the look she put together. “You look totally fuckable.”
    “Oh my god, Jenna. How about third base-able? I’m not sure I am ready for the home run yet.” I am starting to get nervous. In my mind a hook-up is easy, but when it comes down to actually going through with it I don’t think I can go all the way. The way that Jake makes me feel is a little scary. I am so attracted to him, I don’t know how to react and what to do. I don’t want him to think I’m easy. I like him for more than his looks and I feel like I might be able to have a real relationship with him, if he was into that kind of thing.
    I mentally slap myself. I have to stop thinking that way. If we do hook-up, that is all it will be to him and I can’t expect any more than that. He told me what he was about and if I want to sleep with him that is where our relationship will begin and end.
    “Definitely third base-able. Just make sure you make it clear where the line is if it goes that way. Sometimes when you’re caught up in the hot, sweaty, sexy act, intentions get humped to the side.” She laughs. “But seriously, you need to let him know what you want from him and what you expect or it might get weird with you two if you go further than you wanted to.”
    “I will. Thanks, Jenna.”
    “Yeah, whatever,” she says smiling at me. “I think I am going to head up to my room and start my dye job. Maybe I’ll surprise you and dye it blue!” she jokes opening up my door and stepping out into the hall.
    It’s ten thirty and I need to find something to do to keep me occupied until twelve.
    I sit down at my desk and open my laptop. I notice my sister is on chat, so I start to talk to her. She just turned fifteen and is a freshman in high school. She is totally boy crazy and has a new crush every week. She starts telling me all about Lucas Hatfield. Apparently, they sit next to each other in three of her classes because of the alphabetical seating chart. At the beginning of the year she thought he was kind of dorky, but I guess he got his braces off over winter break and now he has “the most perfect smile!”
    We type back and forth and before I know it, it’s eleven thirty. I say good-bye to my sister and go to brush my teeth. Just in case. When I get back from the bathroom, I notice Jake’s light is on in his room. I go put my stuff back in my room and grab my laptop and notebook and head over to his room, knocking on the door.
    “Come in!”
    I open the door to find a shirtless Jake. I nearly squeal, but I stop myself. His back is to me and he is bent over slightly reaching into a drawer.