"Okay enough of this. What is wrong with you? Last night you were so concerned about me you wouldn't leave me alone and now you won't even talk to me!" I tried to keep my voice down so our roommates couldn't hear, but it was hard.

He looked pained and crossed his arms like he had to stop himself from reaching out to me. "You told me to leave you alone."

I thought back to last night, okay yes, I said that in the heat of the moment but only because of what he was trying to talk about. I didn't mean forever. God, did he really think I meant for good?

"Yes, because you were yelling at me, and I didn't want to talk. I didn't mean for good." I groaned.

"I pushed too hard last night, and I lost my temper. You want your space; you want me to back off and the message has been received." He clenched his jaw like he wanted to say more.

"You clearly have some stuff you want to say to me so say it." I crossed my arms and my t-shirt slid further down my shoulder. Warner's eyes tracked every movement.

"I just feel like you are never going to trust me."

"Trust you?" I scoffed. That's rich coming from him, I have been trying to get him to open up about his dad for months and he hasn't trusted me enough to tell me anything about it.

Hot temper poured in me. "As if there aren't things you keep from me. Pot meet kettle!"

"You are so frustrating. Anything I keep from you is for your own good."

"Yes, because you are the only one who knows what is good for me! God, you are so arrogant." I stepped closer to him challenging him, if he wanted a fight, I would give it to him.

"And you're frustrating. Not to mention the most stubborn girl I have ever met."

"You're the frustrating one. Why can't you just let it go?"

"Let it go? Do you think I like feeling this way? Worrying about you, not knowing how to help you? I am scared, Jules." He reached out and touched my wrist gently.

"And you know what? I think you are scared too." He looked at me like he could see all of my thoughts. Like he knew how scared I was. That gleam in his eye only made me angrier, I hated how well he knew me.

"Let go of me."

Warner obeyed letting go of my wrist and turning his face whilst he backed a step away. It was the light of victory in his eyes, the sense that he believed he had somehow unnerved me and won this fight that had me reaching out and grabbing the front of his shirt.

I told myself that it was to knock the smirk off his face when I curled my fingers into his shirt and hauled my mouth to his. For a heartbeat, there was only the warmth of Warner's mouth, the press of his body, the stiffness in his every trembling muscle as I slanted my lips over his, rising onto my toes.

I kissed him with my eyes open, just to see how his own widened in shock. I pulled away and found his eyes were still wide, his breathing harsh.

I laughed softly knowing I won, unhooked my fingers from his shirt and started strutting back to the door to leave. I only got two steps away when he surged forward, spun me around and kissed me back.

The force of the kiss knocked us toward the wall, which slammed into my shoulders as all of Warner lined up against me. One of his hands slid into my hair while the other gripped my hip.

The moment I hit that wall, the moment Warner enveloped me, it made me forget all the reasons I was mad. I opened my mouth, and his tongue swept in, the kiss punishing and savage. And the taste of him, I moaned unable to help myself.

It seemed that the sound of my moan was his undoing, his fingers in my hair dug into my scalp, angling his head so he could get a better taste.

My hands roved under his shirt all over his muscled chest, I was desperate for any skin, anything to touch as our tongues met and parted, as he licked the roof of my mouth, as he slid his tongue over my teeth.

I met him stroke for stroke, all my sense of self flying from me. I plunged my fingers into his hair, and it was just as soft as I remembered, the strands like silk against my skin.

Every hateful thought had left my mind. I gave in to the distraction, welcomed it with open arms, letting the kiss burn through all of it. There was only Warner. His mouth and his tongue, licking and tasting and biting; there was only the strength of his body, pressing against mine, but not nearly close enough.

He slid his hands around me, grasping me by my ass and lifting me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his middle and moaned again as he pressed himself between my thighs. Warner ground into me and groaned into my mouth at the first push of his hips. I arched my back at that deep-throated sound, baring my neck to him. He seized on it, dragging his mouth from mine.

His tongue traced a line up the column of my neck, dragging heat in its wake, and reached that spot just below my ear that had me clenching and against my better judgement I let out a whimper. He let out a laugh against my skin and traced his tongue down the spot again.

My breasts ached as I moved against him, seeking any contract with his chest, any bit of friction. The scrape of his tongue over the spot had my eyes rolling back in my head. He ground his hips into mine and then drove his hips between mine, a push of his hardness into the throbbing ache of me.

I scrambled to regain any sense of control or sanity, but I found myself wanting to hand it all over to him, to let him touch me and fill me. He groaned as if he could read that in my stare and kissed me again.

Our tongues tangled, our bodies pressed so tightly I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. He tasted me thoroughly like he was trying to commit every part of me to memory.

I had to feel his skin. I had to feel his hardness pushing into me with my hands, my mouth, and my body. I would go mad if I didn't, I would go mad if I couldn't get his clothes off or if he stopped kissing me.

I wedged my hand between our bodies, seeking him out. Warner groaned again, long and low as I cupped him through his pants. My breath was stolen from me as I felt the sheer size of him.

My mouth watered. His kiss turned deeper, and wilder as I grabbed the buttons of his jeans. There were so many I didn't know how to undo them; I was almost frantic tipping at every loop trying to get him free.

Warner's panting caressed my skin as he nipped at my bottom lip, my ear, my jaw. My own breathing echoed it, he captured my mouth again, moaning into me as I gave up on the zipper and buttons and laid my hand flat against him. He bucked as I rubbed the heel of my palm down his length, marcelling at each inch.

He tore his mouth from mine. He rasped "If you keep doing that, I'll-"

I did it again, dragging the heel of my palm upward, toward the tip I knew pressed against his lower abdomen. His lips arced toward me, and he tilted back his head, exposing the strong column of his throat.

"Jules." he rasped, one hand in my hair, one hand on my hip, he gripped hard and grunted out a low, guttural sound.

I learned the shape of him through his pants, and pressed my hand harder, working him. He gritted his teeth and the sight of him coming undue had me leaning forward. Had me pressing my lips onto his neck as I rubbed him harder and rougher.

He groaned. My name on his lips, his hips thrust into my hand with a strength that made my core throb to the point of pain, imagining that force and size buried deep in me. After onto rub and scrape of teeth at his neck, Warner erupted and came, and each spurt of his cock shuddered through his pants echoing along with my hand as I stroked him. He held me tight, shuddering against me.

When Warner stilled – only then did I remove my face from his neck. His green eyes were wide enough that the whites shone around them. A blush stained his cheeks, but he remained gaping. Like he realized what he'd done.

I smiled victoriously. I, Juliet Grayson a clueless virgin just made Warner Brooks finish in his pants. And the shock and embarrassment on his face made the victory so much sweeter.

I walked out before he could say anything knowing I had won this round. And I had the best sleep I've had in a long time.

_______

I woke up early to get a start on packing my suitcase for the winter break. Everyone was leaving today. Warner and were originally going back together but I wasn't sure if that was still happening.

I went to grab some contacts, but I frowned forgetting I was out of them. I couldn't get my refill until I was home and could see my family doctor. I guess I would have to rock my glasses until then. Something I never did.

I knew there would be a knock at my door at some point this morning. Sure, enough when I was an hour into packing the handle to my room turned, and there he was.

Warner stood, in his workout gear. Sweat slicked his hair so I guess he just got back from a run. He leaned against my doorframe. Gone was the embarrassed Warner I left in his room last night. The guy who stood in my doorway was back to the arrogant ass I knew well.

"What?" I packed another shirt into my suitcase, sitting up further. His eyes dipped to my sleeveless silk nightgown I hadn't changed out of from last night, then quickly returned to my face. "What?" I repeated in a demand nudging my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.

His voice was rough when he finally spoke, "I haven't seen you in your glasses for a long time."

I frowned at him, feeling self-conscious. "There's a reason for that."

"You look beautiful."

I couldn't stop the swallow in my throat as I lifted my gaze back to him. His eyes were blazing, yet he remained leaning against the door, hands trapped behind his body. As if he were physically restraining himself.

"Thanks." I didn't react, I just continued packing my clothes up.

"Now I know you are not going to believe me but that has never happened before. At least not since I was 14 years old." He scratched the back of his neck looking so vulnerable I almost ran across the room and wrapped my arms around him. He couldn't possibly think my blunt answers were because of last night? I guess I forgot someone like Warner was capable of feeling insecure.

"It's okay" I offered a smile at him, and he seemed to ease up a bit.

"If anything, it's a compliment. Especially considering the number of girls you have been rumoured to have been with." I tried not to think of those girls while I threw some socks into my suitcase.

He frowned. "I haven't been with anyone for a while. Combined with the fact that I have been wanting you to touch me like that for many years. Little Brooks got too excited." He voiced his want for me with such intent it was hard to keep a straight face.

I tried to ignore the nickname for his dick which was anything but little while I contemplated his words. "How long?"

"Not since before I saw you at that party in September."

I scoffed. There is no way that was true! He was still being such an ass for weeks after that encounter. Emily also stayed the night at one point, which she always managed to throw in my face.

"What about Emily?" I grabbed a lace red bra and its matching underwear folding it into my suitcase. His eyes followed the garments, narrowing on them.

"We didn't have sex. I couldn't do more than kiss her anyways, not whilst knowing you were down the hall."

"Wow so romantic." My voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Let's not forget that at that time you were kissing my best friend." His jaw tightened and his hands clenched at the mention of it.

Okay, he had a point.

"I want to take you on a date. A real date."

Oh.

Our relationship was confusing enough from yelling at each other one second to ripping each other's clothes off in the next. I forgot that a normal date was something people did.

"I don't like fighting with you, Jules. I want to have a nice night with you. No fighting. I mean unless it's the kind of fighting like last night." He grinned at me and my face heated.

"Okay." A one-word answer was all I could get out.

He grinned. "Perfect I have a reservation for us tonight. I can take us back home for the break afterwards."

That cocky bastard already had the reservations. He was quite confident in himself. I rolled my eyes but grinned back at him.

A date sounded nice.

_______

I pulled my favourite red dress over my head trying to avoid my sweaty armpits. I couldn't have sweat stains on my first official date with Warner. The dress I picked was floor length with a slit up the right side to help me walk in my heels as well as a nice open back so I wouldn't sweat too badly.

My hair and makeup wad already done thanks to Abby. She was just as excited for this date as I was so much so that she even delayed going home to help me get ready. Another person I didn't deserve.

"Oh, you are definitely getting laid tonight" she grinned at me and my face betrayed me by turning red.

"Yeah about that...".

"What? Did you already sleep together? Ugh, you promised you would tell me you asshole!"

"No. I didn't sleep with him, that's the problem. I haven't slept with anyone."

For once Abby was speechless. I guess I should be flattered that she thought I had tons of experience under my belt. But her silence was starting to freak me out.

"Abby?".

"Sorry. I am just shocked you have maintained celibacy with both Adam and Warner. Those men are too hot to not sleep with." She feigned shock and laid down on my bed with her hand to her forehead.

"Oh my god is this a religious thing?" she peered up at me. "I think God would still love you if you got some dick."

I let out a loud laugh but finally managed to compose myself "No I am not religious; I am not saving myself for marriage or anything I just didn't have many opportunities in high school. And now I guess I'm just nervous. What if I suck?"

"Well, it's a good thing if you suck! Warner would love you sucking on his- "

"I get it" I interrupt Abby before my face heats up so bad my makeup melts off.

"Trust me, babe, I see the way Warner looks at you. He would appreciate anything you offered him. He already worships the ground you walk on."

I walked over to my bed and wrapped my arms around her. "Thank you, Abby, I don't know what I would do without you."

We walked out to where Warner waited for me and as soon as his eyes caught the long red dress, I wore he smiled. At least I think he smiled, I took my glasses off before I left my room because they ruined the look I was going for.

"Red." he grinned to himself. "My favourite colour on you" he held out his hand and I went out to reach it but I missed. Did I mention I was pretty blind without my contacts?

"Where are your glasses?" I patted my bag to let him know I had them just in case. He reached out to my purse, but I snatched it back.

"No, I don't want to wear them they look stupid."

My impaired vision made it easy for him to ignore me and reach into my purse. The next thing I knew he was sliding my glasses onto my face. "Beautiful" he whispered as soon as they were on.

"You're so annoying."

"And you're still the most stubborn person I've ever met."

"Oh you two are so sweet" Abby chimed in.

Warner held out his hand and I interlaced my fingers with his as he walked towards the door.

"I am starting to think arguing is your guy's foreplay" Abby laughed but I let out a giggle because of last night.

"Now remember God will still love you if you get some dick tonight!" she shouted right as we walked out, and I cringed hoping Warner didn't hear. I knew I would have to tell him about my virginity at some point but I would wait as long as possible.

And I hoped God would still love me if he found out what I wanted to do to Warner.