Let Me In by Leigh Jackson Read Free Book Online

self-explanatory.  I wasn’t aware that it needed clarification.  Do you want me to draw you a friggin’ picture?”
              I shake my head at her as I continue to laugh.  “No, I don’t think an illustration will be necessary, although I would love to draw you.”  I take a brief moment to think about that.  It would be glorious.  “Calm your balls.  I’ll definitely have to remember that one.  And for what it’s worth, I don’t think my balls can be calm when I’m around you.”  I watch in rapture as Kori saunters to where I am sprawled on her couch.  Her face is impossible for me to read as she processes my words.  She stops at my knees and looks down at me with a mischievous grin.  She nudges my knee with her own as she bends down to whisper in my ear.  My entire body becomes tense as I wait for her to whisper something inappropriate in my ear.  Her warm breath tickles my ear and sends a zap straight to my pants.  Her hand comes up and playfully slaps my face with each word that she utters.
              “You.  Are.  A.  Pervert.”  Then Kori quickly stands upright and laughs.  I have no choice but to join in her laughter.  Damn, I really like this girl. 
     
                  Thirty minutes later Kori and I are side-by-side on the couch devouring our bacon sandwiches.  She had also fried some homemade French fries and poured some sweet tea.  She is definitely a girl after my own heart.  We flip the TV on SportsCenter, and I am pleasantly surprised that she is very proficient in her sports knowledge.  So far the pros of Kori are far outweighing the cons.  Let’s see, she’s hot, she can play the guitar, she has a badass Bronco and can work on it herself, she can cook, she’s funny as hell, she can sing like an angel, and she knows sports.  Add to that the fact that she isn’t interested in a relationship, and I am convinced that God created this girl especially for me as a reward for some good deed that I had performed in a past life. 
              I gently nudge Kori’s shoulder with my fist.  “Hey, you want to do something for me?”  I chuckle as she rolls her eyes.  “I’ll take that as a yes.  Will you play me something?”
              She shrugs nonchalantly and stands to grab her guitar.  “Sure.  Do you have something in mind?”
              “I have no idea what all you can play, so just surprise me.”
              “Tuck, if I’ve heard the song, I can play it.  Just name something that you like.”
              I decide I will make this a game and have some fun with her.  “’Cherry Pie’ by Warrant.”
              She narrows her eyes at me, but instantly bursts into the chorus of the song with the guitar accompanying her.  “Next!” she proclaims.
              “Ok, how about “Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard?” 
              Once again I am not disappointed.  She sounds remarkably like them as she sings.  Her voice is a chameleon; she can change it and manipulate it to do whatever she wants.  She is pretty amazing.  I request another song before the last chord fades.  “’Talk Dirty to Me’.”
              She chuckles and shakes her head.  As she sings, she makes lewd facial expressions that have me adjusting my pants.  When she finishes with the song, she says, “Don’t you know anything from this century?  Not that I don’t love 80s hair bands, but you do seem to have a theme here.  Is there something that you want to tell me?  Do you secretly tease your hair and wear guy liner?”
              I shoot her a nasty look.  “I’m not disclosing all my dirty secrets.  We haven’t even known each other for 24 hours.  Okay, we’ll get out of the 80s.  Give me some Dave Matthews.  ‘Crash Into Me’.”