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sultry beat.
I started to sweat from the heat of his hands roving over my body and the press of grinding bodies on the dance floor. I closed my eyes, and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I imagined it was Nathan hands, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my shirt, his lips caressing my ear.
His words, rough and growly, making me flush hot with passion.
I felt a little numb and dizzy. I spun around, slightly disappointed to see Daniel’s dark hair. His eyes were half lidded, dark with lust.
Without really thinking, with anger and heartbreak, lust and tequila fueling me, I leaned up on my toes and whispered in his ear, “Can you drive? You wanna get out of here?”
There was no hesitation. He grabbed my hand and started dragging me through the crowded bar. I got Katie’s eye. Going home , I mouthed.
You okay? she mouthed back. I nodded and then winked at her for good measure. She gave me a worried smile.
~000~
Daniel pushed me up against my door to my apartment, attacking my mouth. My brain went fuzzy, my brain all hazy. I kept imagining Nathan’s mouth, his hands, his voice. It spiked my anger and fueled my attempt to get over him. In some fucked up way, I thought this was getting back at him.
I broke away from Daniel, and spun around to unlock the door. We stumbled inside and I felt the world tilt. You are not going to be sick , I chanted to myself.
I threw my purse on the table and slipped out of my heels. Daniel came up behind me, his arms wound around my stomach. I tensed up.
This wasn’t Nathan. I wasn’t in love or anywhere close to it with Daniel. I knew this was wrong. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my fuzzy head from the tequila induced fog.
“Daniel,” I said, my voice shaky and quiet. I turned in his arms, almost afraid to see his face. “I’m not trying to lead you on, but—”
He gave me a half-hearted smile, like he was trying not to be irritated. Or at least, trying not to show it.
“Ashley, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said. I smiled gratefully and he leaned forward, giving me a softer, gentler kiss.
I felt slightly more sober and in control. Maybe I could just get to know him a little.
“Want to watch a movie in my room?” This probably wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t seem like the type of guy to push things too far.
“Sure,” he said.
I set up the movie and changed into my pajamas. Daniel took of his jeans, revealing white boxer shorts and pulled his shirt over his head.
He wasn’t as tall or built as Nathan, but he was still very attractive, lean and fit, with tan skin and a smattering of dark hair. And he was nice. Or at least he seemed nice.
But I kind of felt like he was trying too hard to be nice. Like he was trying to trick me into getting into my pants.
Is that what Nathan did?
I thought about Nathan and his blue eyes and his cocky smirk. He’d never hidden the fact that he wanted me. But then why did he run? Why did when he finally got me did he break up with me?
I woke up the next morning to shouting coming from my living room. I flung back the covers and rushed into the room. My eyes widened and my mouth popped open in shock.
Standing in just a towel was Daniel. Katie and Drew were standing in between him and a very pissed off, red-faced Nathan. I swallowed hard when Nathan’s gaze snapped to mine. He glared at me.
“What the fuck is this Ashley?”
Anger and rage erupted inside me.
I could have corrected his obvious assumption. Maybe I should have. But the way he was standing there painted in righteous indignation, like a fucking caveman, like he owned me, like I had done something wrong and betrayed him made my blood boil.
I put my hands on my hips and glared back. “What does it look like, baby?”
Nathan’s
I started to sweat from the heat of his hands roving over my body and the press of grinding bodies on the dance floor. I closed my eyes, and even though I knew I shouldn’t, I imagined it was Nathan hands, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my shirt, his lips caressing my ear.
His words, rough and growly, making me flush hot with passion.
I felt a little numb and dizzy. I spun around, slightly disappointed to see Daniel’s dark hair. His eyes were half lidded, dark with lust.
Without really thinking, with anger and heartbreak, lust and tequila fueling me, I leaned up on my toes and whispered in his ear, “Can you drive? You wanna get out of here?”
There was no hesitation. He grabbed my hand and started dragging me through the crowded bar. I got Katie’s eye. Going home , I mouthed.
You okay? she mouthed back. I nodded and then winked at her for good measure. She gave me a worried smile.
~000~
Daniel pushed me up against my door to my apartment, attacking my mouth. My brain went fuzzy, my brain all hazy. I kept imagining Nathan’s mouth, his hands, his voice. It spiked my anger and fueled my attempt to get over him. In some fucked up way, I thought this was getting back at him.
I broke away from Daniel, and spun around to unlock the door. We stumbled inside and I felt the world tilt. You are not going to be sick , I chanted to myself.
I threw my purse on the table and slipped out of my heels. Daniel came up behind me, his arms wound around my stomach. I tensed up.
This wasn’t Nathan. I wasn’t in love or anywhere close to it with Daniel. I knew this was wrong. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my fuzzy head from the tequila induced fog.
“Daniel,” I said, my voice shaky and quiet. I turned in his arms, almost afraid to see his face. “I’m not trying to lead you on, but—”
He gave me a half-hearted smile, like he was trying not to be irritated. Or at least, trying not to show it.
“Ashley, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said. I smiled gratefully and he leaned forward, giving me a softer, gentler kiss.
I felt slightly more sober and in control. Maybe I could just get to know him a little.
“Want to watch a movie in my room?” This probably wasn’t the best idea, but he didn’t seem like the type of guy to push things too far.
“Sure,” he said.
I set up the movie and changed into my pajamas. Daniel took of his jeans, revealing white boxer shorts and pulled his shirt over his head.
He wasn’t as tall or built as Nathan, but he was still very attractive, lean and fit, with tan skin and a smattering of dark hair. And he was nice. Or at least he seemed nice.
But I kind of felt like he was trying too hard to be nice. Like he was trying to trick me into getting into my pants.
Is that what Nathan did?
I thought about Nathan and his blue eyes and his cocky smirk. He’d never hidden the fact that he wanted me. But then why did he run? Why did when he finally got me did he break up with me?
I woke up the next morning to shouting coming from my living room. I flung back the covers and rushed into the room. My eyes widened and my mouth popped open in shock.
Standing in just a towel was Daniel. Katie and Drew were standing in between him and a very pissed off, red-faced Nathan. I swallowed hard when Nathan’s gaze snapped to mine. He glared at me.
“What the fuck is this Ashley?”
Anger and rage erupted inside me.
I could have corrected his obvious assumption. Maybe I should have. But the way he was standing there painted in righteous indignation, like a fucking caveman, like he owned me, like I had done something wrong and betrayed him made my blood boil.
I put my hands on my hips and glared back. “What does it look like, baby?”
Nathan’s
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