Rachel stared hard down at her hand, the one he had just let go of. Why was she now feeling this ache? This rejection? What did it mean? Did he figure it out? All of her mental images and somehow get creeped out that this little girl, so far from a woman, was viewing him in such a way?
It would figure, wouldn’t it? She could barely get a high school guy, minus the likes of Puckerman who would bed just about anything with boobs. Why would she even think she could get this older man? She pushed the thought away and slowly shook her head. ”No…no…I walked. I mean it’s nto too far from my house and my dads were out so…it’s okay you don’t have to worry…but i mean I can get a ride back home if that’s what you mean?”
She was so confused. His slight stutter, the way he kept panicking seemed to suggest something else.
But he let go of her hand…
She bit her lower lip gently in thought and slowly licked her lips before peeking her eyes back up at him and smiling slightly. ”So…now should be a perfect time…as long as it’s okay…”
She was still painfully aware of the nipples straining her blouse and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, especially when she found his eyes glued there. Great, now she completely embarrassed herself.
He was probably already freaked out. After all, wasn’t there the incident with Suzy Pepper and the spanish teacher? He probably thought that was the kind of girl she was. Quiet, innocent, until she obsesses.
But she wasn’t obsessed…it wasn’t her fault he was so fucking hot!
"It’s fine," he said quickly, taking a deep breath as he stood up. Thankfully he had a jacket with him, so he awkwardly hung it in front of his crotch to disguise the fact that he was a little too excited for their rehearsal. "I’ll show you to my car."
Rachel walked in front of him out of the shop (which meant he got an amazing view of that tight little ass, holy crap), but since she didn’t know what he drove, he had to take her there, and he did it the only way he knew how (or the only way he wanted to).
Resting a hand on her lower back whilst letting out the smallest of groans, he led her in the right direction until they were standing beside his car. “Your carriage awaits,” he joked, though he winced instantly because that cheesy line sounded like something you’d say on a date. It definitely wasn’t a date, no matter how much he was fantasising about kissing her senseless. Without another word, he opened the door for her and got in the other side, well aware that her bare legs would be on show as he drove them home.
He knew, then, that he definitely wasn’t going to make it.