speed up. His
chest felt so good, the solid bulk of him, that she leaned in more,
snuggling into his warm, hard body--inadvertently pressing her
breasts against him.
She could hear his
heart racing, and his breathing came in ragged gasps.
Suddenly Kevin pulled
away from her and was on his feet, looking flushed and sweaty, like
he’d just run a mile. “How’s that hangover?”
“What’s wrong?” Susan
was still trying to straighten herself on the couch--she’d fallen
over when he’d jumped away from her.
“Nothing.” But she’d
never seen Kevin look so nervous.
“Then why are you
acting like that?”
Kevin got this
pissed-off look on his face--jaw set, head tilted, hands on his
hips--and those hazel eyes of his got all dark and sinister. It
made a chill slither up Susan’s spine.
“Last night...” Kevin
said, his voice a harsh accusation.
“Last night?” Susan
struggled to remember what had happened. There had been the hang
gliding, and dinner, and margaritas...and then Liz had called.
Something about finding her a rebound fling, and then...
She’d jumped her best
friend’s bones.
Susan closed her eyes
and groaned. “Oh God!”
“So you do remember,”
Kevin said, his eyes narrowing.
“I made a pass at
you.”
“I think it went way
beyond a pass.” His eyes looked angry, but Susan could tell it was
just for show.
And it hit her, and
the thought made the red hot anger from before well up inside her,
ready to explode. She was sure her hair would burst into flame at
any moment.
“And you turned me
down,” Susan said.
“As any good
friend--”
“You turned me down!”
she screamed.
Kevin’s eyes bulged
with surprise. “I-I...just--”
Kevin backed
away, his hands up as Susan rose from the couch. Good, he should run. I’m
about to murder him! Liz’s
words were whispering themselves in her ears again. Rebound. The
fastest, easiest way to get over the pain of being
dumped?
And she was in pain.
Every time she thought of Mark, every time she remembered how
beautiful she’d felt in that wedding dress. Being there, in
paradise, on her honeymoon, with no groom. The pain radiated from
her chest, making all her limbs feel like they were withering,
dying. Her head had never felt so ready to burst, filled with
questions, convoluted thoughts, paranoia. The cure was as simple as
sleeping with some hot stud...she had her own hot stud right there
with her, and he was her goddamn best friend!
“How could you say
no?”
Kevin’s jaw dropped,
his eyes turning unreadable.
“I’m in real pain
here, and you won’t give me the one little thing I ask you
for.”
“Now wait a
minute--”
“I mean--” She could
hear the hysteria in her own voice, which pissed her off even more.
“It’s not like I’m asking for a kidney or something. Or for you to
date my two hundred pound ugly sister.”
“Suze, you don’t have
a--”
“All I wanted was for
you to fuck me!”
Kevin’s jaw dropped
again.
“It’s not like you
haven’t wanted to!”
The look that fell
over Kevin’s face like a malevolent shadow instantaneously zapped
the anger right out of Susan’s entire body. Kevin was pissed. And
this time, for real.
* * * *
Kevin had had
enough.
He’d been the good
friend, taking Susan away from her problems, bringing her down to
Cancun. He’d played nursemaid, psychologist, pizza delivery boy,
and bartender. And he’d been so strong--though tequila impaired
himself--and hadn’t let her take advantage of him, even though
ninety-nine percent of him had so wanted her to.
But now she was
calling him out like he was some ungrateful letch. Who the fuck did
she think she was?
Susan opened her
mouth as if she was about to say something, but Kevin snapped at
her before she could utter a syllable.
“You have no right to
ask me for that!”
Susan stepped back, a
fearful look in her eyes.
“Not you, not now,
not ever!”
Susan looked up at
him as he towered over her. He was
chest felt so good, the solid bulk of him, that she leaned in more,
snuggling into his warm, hard body--inadvertently pressing her
breasts against him.
She could hear his
heart racing, and his breathing came in ragged gasps.
Suddenly Kevin pulled
away from her and was on his feet, looking flushed and sweaty, like
he’d just run a mile. “How’s that hangover?”
“What’s wrong?” Susan
was still trying to straighten herself on the couch--she’d fallen
over when he’d jumped away from her.
“Nothing.” But she’d
never seen Kevin look so nervous.
“Then why are you
acting like that?”
Kevin got this
pissed-off look on his face--jaw set, head tilted, hands on his
hips--and those hazel eyes of his got all dark and sinister. It
made a chill slither up Susan’s spine.
“Last night...” Kevin
said, his voice a harsh accusation.
“Last night?” Susan
struggled to remember what had happened. There had been the hang
gliding, and dinner, and margaritas...and then Liz had called.
Something about finding her a rebound fling, and then...
She’d jumped her best
friend’s bones.
Susan closed her eyes
and groaned. “Oh God!”
“So you do remember,”
Kevin said, his eyes narrowing.
“I made a pass at
you.”
“I think it went way
beyond a pass.” His eyes looked angry, but Susan could tell it was
just for show.
And it hit her, and
the thought made the red hot anger from before well up inside her,
ready to explode. She was sure her hair would burst into flame at
any moment.
“And you turned me
down,” Susan said.
“As any good
friend--”
“You turned me down!”
she screamed.
Kevin’s eyes bulged
with surprise. “I-I...just--”
Kevin backed
away, his hands up as Susan rose from the couch. Good, he should run. I’m
about to murder him! Liz’s
words were whispering themselves in her ears again. Rebound. The
fastest, easiest way to get over the pain of being
dumped?
And she was in pain.
Every time she thought of Mark, every time she remembered how
beautiful she’d felt in that wedding dress. Being there, in
paradise, on her honeymoon, with no groom. The pain radiated from
her chest, making all her limbs feel like they were withering,
dying. Her head had never felt so ready to burst, filled with
questions, convoluted thoughts, paranoia. The cure was as simple as
sleeping with some hot stud...she had her own hot stud right there
with her, and he was her goddamn best friend!
“How could you say
no?”
Kevin’s jaw dropped,
his eyes turning unreadable.
“I’m in real pain
here, and you won’t give me the one little thing I ask you
for.”
“Now wait a
minute--”
“I mean--” She could
hear the hysteria in her own voice, which pissed her off even more.
“It’s not like I’m asking for a kidney or something. Or for you to
date my two hundred pound ugly sister.”
“Suze, you don’t have
a--”
“All I wanted was for
you to fuck me!”
Kevin’s jaw dropped
again.
“It’s not like you
haven’t wanted to!”
The look that fell
over Kevin’s face like a malevolent shadow instantaneously zapped
the anger right out of Susan’s entire body. Kevin was pissed. And
this time, for real.
* * * *
Kevin had had
enough.
He’d been the good
friend, taking Susan away from her problems, bringing her down to
Cancun. He’d played nursemaid, psychologist, pizza delivery boy,
and bartender. And he’d been so strong--though tequila impaired
himself--and hadn’t let her take advantage of him, even though
ninety-nine percent of him had so wanted her to.
But now she was
calling him out like he was some ungrateful letch. Who the fuck did
she think she was?
Susan opened her
mouth as if she was about to say something, but Kevin snapped at
her before she could utter a syllable.
“You have no right to
ask me for that!”
Susan stepped back, a
fearful look in her eyes.
“Not you, not now,
not ever!”
Susan looked up at
him as he towered over her. He was
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