My Best Friend's Gorgeous Boyfriend (18+)

Who said it?

Vanessa

As Matt drove me back to my dorm room, I nervously scoured his body language for clues that he had stumbled upon the naked photos that Ryan had kept of me.

Is his jaw clenched, or is that just a trick of the light? Is that a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel or solely my imagination?

When he put the car into park in front of the building, he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat to face me. "That Ryan guy," he began, gesturing. "Is he the one whom you worked on that assignment with?"

Dropping my gaze to my lap, I smoothed out the creases in my dress before slowly nodding.

"I see," he murmured. "Why did you let me believe that he was a she?"

I shrugged. "I didn't want to make you jealous."

"He seems to have a lot of photos of you," he continued, staring out the window at a rat scurrying across the sidewalk.

My pulse quickened. Here it comes. He definitely found the nude ones.

"He's an artist," I explained. "I agreed to let him paint me and taking pictures first is his preferred method."

He nodded, seemingly accepting my answer. "So he says."

He hesitated before daring to shift his gaze towards mine. I could nearly hear my heart thudding as we locked eyes. 

"Should I be worried?" he asked softly.

I forced out a laugh, waving him off. "Of course, not."

Then leaning in, I gave him a peck on the lips to prove that there was no cause for concern. As I pulled away, he gave me a faint smile, his sights drifting towards my dorm.

I lifted a shoulder. "I would invite you in, but Quinn's probably already asleep. I would hate to disturb her."

"Sure, sure." He reached over to grasp my fingers, staring down at them with a longing affection.

It pained me to see that he held such adoration for me that he even worshipped my hands.

"Stay a little while longer," he pleaded. "I'm not ready to say goodbye to you just yet." 

He caressed my cheek. "That dress is so sexy on you. It makes me want to rip it off and fuck the hell out of you right now."

He slid his palm up my thigh until his touch reached the hem of my garment, and then he paused. Can I? his eyes asked.

Suddenly remembering that I had shed the underwear that he had definitely seen me in when I got dressed for the party, I brushed his hand away.

"Matt, not here," I protested, attempting to keep my tone light.

He chuckled, but the expression on his face was one of hurt. "V, you act as though we've never hooked up in my car before."

I straightened my dress back over my legs. "I'm aware, but it wasn't in such a public location."

He gestured at the empty street. "Yea, I can see how all of these people might be a bit of a problem for you," he retorted sarcastically.

"It's Manhattan," I replied in exasperation. "Give it two seconds and someone will walk by."

Matt threw up his hands, the fight from him gone. "Fine. I guess I'll see you in two months for spring break, and I'm certain you won't sleep with me then either."

My mouth dropped open at his audacity. "Matt, don't be like that."

"Don't be like what, Vanessa?" he snapped, turning the vehicle back on. "Don't be agitated that I haven't seen my girlfriend in over a month, and when I tell her I want to visit her, she says not to?"