Matt could make Lyla his girlfriend, he was damned sure of that. Especially when it meant that he got to prove McMillan wrong and earn fifty dollars.
Was it an asshole thing to pursue a girl just to earn a little bit of money? Probably. Did Matt really care? Not really. The only thing that mattered to Matt was that, during spring break, Edward McMillan had bet him fifty dollars that he couldn't get Lyla Reed to actually date him.
So, there were flowers.. nice restaurants.. little gifts.. random calls As much as it pained him, he'd even stopped pursuing the girl for sex. Oh, he wanted to have sex with her, she was amazing in the sack, but he knew that he had to put a different spin on the relationship they had in order for things to go as he wanted them to.
Tonight, he'd taken her dancing. It had taken every ounce of his willpower to keep from really touching her when they were on the dance floor but he'd managed it. Following his usual routine, he walked her to her door and when he leaned down to gently kiss her lips, she attacked him. It had been his full intention to give her a gentle peck then go give one of the other rally girls a call but it appeared that she had other plans.
Regardless of intentions, he was never one to turn a girl down. As soon as she deepened the kiss, he pulled her flush against him and allowed his hands to begin wandering. After all, it wasn't as if he'd been completely unaffected by having her so close all night. If this was what she really wanted, he was more than willing to give in.