me.”
I take a deep breath, my shoulders sagging in defeat. “Listen, you told me you didn’t do commitment. I get it, but I don’t work that way. I think it is best if we go back to ignoring each other.”
Andres looks at me as if I slapped him. “Why are you saying this?”
His innocent little act is channeling all of the desire and hurt I feel toward him and changing it into anger. How dare he come here and confront me as if I did something wrong.
“When I came out of the restroom, I saw you dancing very closely with some girl last night. I know we aren’t serious. Regardless, it made me feel like shit. I can’t do this with you anymore.” I raise my arms, extending them out, so I can push his hands off of me.
I attempt to head back in the direction where we came, and he grabs me once more, pivoting my body until I am facing him again.
“Are you talking about Stella?” he asks with confusion in his eyes. “She is just a friend.”
“I don’t know what her fucking name is, and I don’t care. Whoever you were dancing with, it was more than friendly.”
“It was dancing, Liv! Nothing happened! I was there with you.”
“Well, it sure didn’t look like it! Her hands were all over you, and yours looked pretty comfortable on her ass.”
“She is just a friend from school. I promise, it was nothing.”
“Well, it looked like something.” I take a deep breath. “Listen, I think it is best if we go back to the way we were. You said you would mess this up, and you did. Lesson learned.”
“Liv, don’t do this.”
“Do what? I’m not doing anything,” I say in annoyance.
“Don’t end this over something so meaningless.”
“End it? We didn’t have anything to end! Just let it go!” I say in a harsh whisper.
Andres holds my arms tighter and lowers his face to mine, stopping inches from me. Tingles resonate over my body, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. Damn my body and its reactions to this man.
His voice is husky as he whispers, “Don’t deceive yourself. You know we have something.”
“I don’t believe that.” My voice betrays me as it comes out in a breathy murmur.
Andres pushes me back a few feet so that my back is against the stone wall of the building. He grasps my face, and his impossibly blue eyes shine down on me. I have nowhere to go when he leans in closer. His lips are so close that I can feel his breath on me.
“Yes. You. Do.”
His lips collide with mine, and my hands rise to grasp his hair as our tongues unite in a frantic soul-searching kiss. My need intensifies as my inhibitions diminish. Longing radiates off of Andres in waves that are almost tangible. I can feel his desire for me. My tongue licks his greedily, and the need I feel in my core throbs painfully with want.
Here I am, raising the white flag in surrender before I even went in to battle. I concede. I never had a fighting chance. A small voice echoes a warning in my mind, but I barely hear it. The sound of my heart and the fluttering in my belly reverberate through me as my body melds into his. The way his tongue dances with mine, the feeling of his breath on my face, and the quiet groans he makes into my mouth skew my equilibrium, forcing me to hold him tighter.
Andres pulls his lips away and leans his forehead on mine. We gasp for air, our chests rising and falling in unison.
“We have something,” he says in a shaky, deep voice.
Yes, we do. I don’t know what it is or where it will take me, but regardless of the outcome, I am a willing participant on this ride. I just hope I walk away from the inevitable crash at the end.
Andres peppers my face with soft little kisses as our breathing slows. I place my outstretched hand on his chest and feel the pace of his heartbeat quicken, matching the cadence of my own.
“Andres, I can’t handle the girls. If you want to keep going with whatever we are doing here, it has to be just me.”
“Okay,” he answers automatically.
“I’m
I take a deep breath, my shoulders sagging in defeat. “Listen, you told me you didn’t do commitment. I get it, but I don’t work that way. I think it is best if we go back to ignoring each other.”
Andres looks at me as if I slapped him. “Why are you saying this?”
His innocent little act is channeling all of the desire and hurt I feel toward him and changing it into anger. How dare he come here and confront me as if I did something wrong.
“When I came out of the restroom, I saw you dancing very closely with some girl last night. I know we aren’t serious. Regardless, it made me feel like shit. I can’t do this with you anymore.” I raise my arms, extending them out, so I can push his hands off of me.
I attempt to head back in the direction where we came, and he grabs me once more, pivoting my body until I am facing him again.
“Are you talking about Stella?” he asks with confusion in his eyes. “She is just a friend.”
“I don’t know what her fucking name is, and I don’t care. Whoever you were dancing with, it was more than friendly.”
“It was dancing, Liv! Nothing happened! I was there with you.”
“Well, it sure didn’t look like it! Her hands were all over you, and yours looked pretty comfortable on her ass.”
“She is just a friend from school. I promise, it was nothing.”
“Well, it looked like something.” I take a deep breath. “Listen, I think it is best if we go back to the way we were. You said you would mess this up, and you did. Lesson learned.”
“Liv, don’t do this.”
“Do what? I’m not doing anything,” I say in annoyance.
“Don’t end this over something so meaningless.”
“End it? We didn’t have anything to end! Just let it go!” I say in a harsh whisper.
Andres holds my arms tighter and lowers his face to mine, stopping inches from me. Tingles resonate over my body, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. Damn my body and its reactions to this man.
His voice is husky as he whispers, “Don’t deceive yourself. You know we have something.”
“I don’t believe that.” My voice betrays me as it comes out in a breathy murmur.
Andres pushes me back a few feet so that my back is against the stone wall of the building. He grasps my face, and his impossibly blue eyes shine down on me. I have nowhere to go when he leans in closer. His lips are so close that I can feel his breath on me.
“Yes. You. Do.”
His lips collide with mine, and my hands rise to grasp his hair as our tongues unite in a frantic soul-searching kiss. My need intensifies as my inhibitions diminish. Longing radiates off of Andres in waves that are almost tangible. I can feel his desire for me. My tongue licks his greedily, and the need I feel in my core throbs painfully with want.
Here I am, raising the white flag in surrender before I even went in to battle. I concede. I never had a fighting chance. A small voice echoes a warning in my mind, but I barely hear it. The sound of my heart and the fluttering in my belly reverberate through me as my body melds into his. The way his tongue dances with mine, the feeling of his breath on my face, and the quiet groans he makes into my mouth skew my equilibrium, forcing me to hold him tighter.
Andres pulls his lips away and leans his forehead on mine. We gasp for air, our chests rising and falling in unison.
“We have something,” he says in a shaky, deep voice.
Yes, we do. I don’t know what it is or where it will take me, but regardless of the outcome, I am a willing participant on this ride. I just hope I walk away from the inevitable crash at the end.
Andres peppers my face with soft little kisses as our breathing slows. I place my outstretched hand on his chest and feel the pace of his heartbeat quicken, matching the cadence of my own.
“Andres, I can’t handle the girls. If you want to keep going with whatever we are doing here, it has to be just me.”
“Okay,” he answers automatically.
“I’m
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