agreed.
~000~
An hour into the party, I finally spotted Nathan.
I was leaning against the wall, and it was obvious my outfit was having the desired effect if the blonde guy leaning over me and leering at me was any indication.
I had picked out the shortest black mini-skirt I could find, along with black knee high boots and a tight low cut black shirt. I completed my “costume” with cat ears and Katie drew a few whiskers on my face, along with thick black liner along my eyes.
From the corner of my eye I watched him.
Nathan was leaning against a wall, a red Solo cup in one hand poised at his full pouty lips and a cute brunette pawing at him. He was dressed in dark wash denim, a dark blue shirt with the Captain America symbol stretched across his impressive chest.
I rolled my eyes as the girl batted her lashes at him and giggled. When she looked away, he rolled his eyes too. That shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did. That small little roll of his blue eyes made me feel light and giddy.
And then his gaze caught mine.
I sucked in a sharp breath and froze as his eyes traveled down my body and then back up. He narrowed his eyes and the muscle in his jaw jumped when another cute blonde guy came up and started flirting with me.
I smiled big and leaned forward, placing my hand on the blonde guy’s chest and laughing at something he said. From the corner of my eye I watched as Nathan stalked across the room towards me.
Blondie—I didn’t even catch his name, Chance? Lance?—offered to get me a drink and disappeared into the crowd just as Nathan stopped in front of me.
A few tense seconds ticked by as we stood there and stared at each other. Then all the anger and tension drained from his face and his expression crumpled. His skin crinkled around his eyes and he looked down at his feet, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“What are you doing, Ash?” he whispered.
“What am I doing?” I asked incredulously, pointing a finger at my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
His head shot up in surprise at my language. “Ash, I’m so sorry, alright? I keep trying to push you away. I mean, this,” he motioned between us, “was not in my plan. You’re better off without me. Trust me.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What is your secret? What are you hiding?”
For the briefest moment I saw the fear flash in his eyes. I knew then, without a doubt, that I was right.
Nathan had a secret, something he either couldn’t or wouldn’t let me know. But just as soon as I saw the fear, it was gone. A small smirk curved his lips. He leaned forward, placing a hand on the wall next to my head, and letting his lips almost brush against my ear.
“There’s no secret, doll face. I just can’t think straight around you. I’m weak. You make me weak. I try to push you away, but the moment I see you moving on, I lose all rational thought. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy,” he paused and pulled away slightly, enough for me to see the vulnerable intensity shining in his eyes.
“Why did you come over the other night?” I managed to ask.
He sighed. “I was worried about you. We’re supposed to be friends, remember?”
“But then why—” I choked on the words. Why did you make love to me? Why did you leave?
He cringed, understanding my thoughts without me having to speak them aloud. “I’m so sorry Ash. That was a mistake. I told you, I’m so weak around you. I can’t think straight,” he expression softened further. “Please Ash, I’m so sorry. Don’t hate me.”
I bit my lip and looked up at him through my lashes. “I don’t,” I swallowed hard. “I can’t. ”
And then his lips were on mine. Soft and sweet, but edged with hunger. He moved in front on me, pining me against the wall and cradling my face in his hands. His mouth
~000~
An hour into the party, I finally spotted Nathan.
I was leaning against the wall, and it was obvious my outfit was having the desired effect if the blonde guy leaning over me and leering at me was any indication.
I had picked out the shortest black mini-skirt I could find, along with black knee high boots and a tight low cut black shirt. I completed my “costume” with cat ears and Katie drew a few whiskers on my face, along with thick black liner along my eyes.
From the corner of my eye I watched him.
Nathan was leaning against a wall, a red Solo cup in one hand poised at his full pouty lips and a cute brunette pawing at him. He was dressed in dark wash denim, a dark blue shirt with the Captain America symbol stretched across his impressive chest.
I rolled my eyes as the girl batted her lashes at him and giggled. When she looked away, he rolled his eyes too. That shouldn’t have felt so good, but it did. That small little roll of his blue eyes made me feel light and giddy.
And then his gaze caught mine.
I sucked in a sharp breath and froze as his eyes traveled down my body and then back up. He narrowed his eyes and the muscle in his jaw jumped when another cute blonde guy came up and started flirting with me.
I smiled big and leaned forward, placing my hand on the blonde guy’s chest and laughing at something he said. From the corner of my eye I watched as Nathan stalked across the room towards me.
Blondie—I didn’t even catch his name, Chance? Lance?—offered to get me a drink and disappeared into the crowd just as Nathan stopped in front of me.
A few tense seconds ticked by as we stood there and stared at each other. Then all the anger and tension drained from his face and his expression crumpled. His skin crinkled around his eyes and he looked down at his feet, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“What are you doing, Ash?” he whispered.
“What am I doing?” I asked incredulously, pointing a finger at my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
His head shot up in surprise at my language. “Ash, I’m so sorry, alright? I keep trying to push you away. I mean, this,” he motioned between us, “was not in my plan. You’re better off without me. Trust me.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What is your secret? What are you hiding?”
For the briefest moment I saw the fear flash in his eyes. I knew then, without a doubt, that I was right.
Nathan had a secret, something he either couldn’t or wouldn’t let me know. But just as soon as I saw the fear, it was gone. A small smirk curved his lips. He leaned forward, placing a hand on the wall next to my head, and letting his lips almost brush against my ear.
“There’s no secret, doll face. I just can’t think straight around you. I’m weak. You make me weak. I try to push you away, but the moment I see you moving on, I lose all rational thought. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy,” he paused and pulled away slightly, enough for me to see the vulnerable intensity shining in his eyes.
“Why did you come over the other night?” I managed to ask.
He sighed. “I was worried about you. We’re supposed to be friends, remember?”
“But then why—” I choked on the words. Why did you make love to me? Why did you leave?
He cringed, understanding my thoughts without me having to speak them aloud. “I’m so sorry Ash. That was a mistake. I told you, I’m so weak around you. I can’t think straight,” he expression softened further. “Please Ash, I’m so sorry. Don’t hate me.”
I bit my lip and looked up at him through my lashes. “I don’t,” I swallowed hard. “I can’t. ”
And then his lips were on mine. Soft and sweet, but edged with hunger. He moved in front on me, pining me against the wall and cradling my face in his hands. His mouth
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