But she couldn’t sleep. Behind her closed eyelids, she kept seeing Derrick. His face, concentrating with a ferocious scowl, chewing on the end of his pencil as he labored over a chemistry quiz at school. His gorgeous legs and his amazing ass, as he ran up and down the soccer field. Even the rare glimpses of him at his job at the movie theater. Once she had gone to a crappy horror movie, just so she could stand next to him for the five seconds it took him to take her ticket and tell her that her show was playing in theater number six.
It’s no use, she thought, throwing off the blankets. The cool air hit her fevered skin like a splash of cold water. I’ll never be able to sleep.
She hiked her shirt up to her hips, and slid a hand over her belly. Thinking about Derrick already had her all ho
