- F I U F A M I L Y S E R I E S N E X T G E N - book one - can be read as stand alone.
Being the heir to FIU royalty isn't easy, don't believe me? Ask Micah Simmons yourself, son of the beloved quarterback and the treasured head cheerleader, turned...
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"You and Micah seem good, how're things going?" Stella asks when we finally take a break from dancing and decide to grab a drink.
I find him across the room where we just left, he's talking with Don and KQ, but his eyes are following me, creating an involuntary chill to run down my spine.
Taking the drink Stella's handing me, I lean against the counter. "They're good. I like him, a lot."
Stella smiles in awe. "I can tell." she says wistfully. "I never thought you're first boyfriend would be the infamous QB1."
I snort out a laugh. "You and me both."
We share a laugh, and as Stella goes on about, well, I'm not quite sure what, because once again my attention is drawn to the man who people believe to be my boyfriend. A large shoulder propped against the wall with a fresh bottle in his hand. A smile so big and bright as he tips his head back laughing at something Don just said, revealing that manly throat of his.
I gulp down the lump, the lump that's telling me my attraction towards the QB is growing.
When he brings his head back, his eyes roam the room, finding me without issue, then he winks one of those icy blue eyes at me, I smile in return but my stomach is flipping and flopping.
"You think?" I ask absentmindedly, my eyes still on him.
"Anyone with eyes can tell, Frey. He's so into you it's not even funny."
KQ and Don are still chattering away but Micah has yet to take his gaze off me, it's like we're unable to control ourselves, like we have no authority over our actions and simultaneously not wanting too.
We're in a trance that only me and him can feel the affects of.
His tongue comes out and swipes over his lips before he says something to his friends and makes his way through the crowd and towards me.
My heart rate spikes, and leaps into my throat. From afar my eyes can take him in, the thick corded arms, broad frame that towers over everyone else.
On the outside looking in, he's mine, and how lucky I must be to have someone as beautiful as him, his sweet soul and strong mind.
I push my ass off the counter and ignore Stella when she asks where I'm going, and the chuckle that comes after when she figures it out.
Meeting him half way, he stops at the threshold of the double doors separating the kitchen and living room, leaning one shoulder against the jam, with a deadly as sin smirk that I'm blaming the alcohol for causing me to think of biting it.
I roll my eyes but a smile peaks out. "Seems like the feelings mutual."
"No denial here."
"No confirmation either." I shoot back.
"Stay with me tonight." he suggests without missing a beat. "Stay with me tonight and let it be confirmation enough."
I humour him for a second. I mean, I'm going to have to at some point, right? Why not now when I've go a crutch to lean on in the form of lots of alcohol.
"Okay." I whisper, hating how it sounds to my ears.
He grins, and holds out his hand for me to take.
"I gotta use to the bathroom first." I say, then grin before I dart off and run upstairs.
Quickly doing what I needed to do, washing my hands and giving myself a mental pep talk in front of the mirror, I psych myself up and head back down, stumbling to a stop when I round the corner at the sound of Micah and a girls voice.
"You don't even suit." the girl scoffs.
She's talking about me. About us.
"And you need to mind you're own fucking business, Lara." Micah bites out.
I peak to the side of the wall to see he's got his back to me, he's bend down a little, in the random girls face.
She's pretty. Blonde curls, killer body, light eyes, face full of make up - the kinda girl you'd expect someone like Micah to be with, and probably was at some point.
"Oh please, you're not actually serious about this bitch, right? She's all wrong for you." the girl, he called Lara, scowls and folds her arms over her large chest. "You and I both know it, Micah."
Micah's body stiffens and straightens. Standing tall, his chest comes out and his head high. "Don't call my girlfriend a bitch again, Lara, or so help me god I'll make sure your life on this campus is hell until graduation. As for her being wrong for me, you couldn't be so far left. Freya is more right for me than any other girl I've been with, you included." To that she glares up at him. "So in future, keep your goddamn unwanted opinions to your fucking self and leave my girl out of it, got it? She's ten of you on an off day, so don't look down your fake nose at her when she could out do you with her eyes closed."
The air empties from my lungs when I see him turn to the side with a deep crease between his brows and fury in his normally bright eyes - then he spots me and his features go from tight and trained to soft, and a little concerned.
"Freya." he breathes out.
I wish I could say I was white girl wasted - as Micah likes to call it - but I'm not, not anymore. The drinks from earlier slowly evaporated, but I'm still sporting a little liquid courage, and with the feelings coming to the surface, my shyness pushed to the back of my mind, I step closer, hating that I love the feeling of his body heat cradling mine, and when he stands up straight, looking down at me with eyes full of wonder and... want? My arms reaches up, my feet push to their tippy toes, and slowly, I loop them around his neck.
He stood up for me without reason. He could've hooked up with her, she was more than willing. He could've let her bad mouth me and not said a word, but he didn't. He had my back and stopped her from dragging my name and our relationship through the mud, giving her no in and doing what a man should do when it comes to protecting the one he's with.
I'm touched. My heart is warm. And Micah keeps on surprising me.
"You're becoming an incredible actress, Little Miss. Or is this you finally being comfortable?" he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaning down the next when he whispers in my ear. "Show them. Show them I'm yours and you're mine."
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