The Best Kind of Trouble

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moved over mine, slowly, reverently. 
     
    Like a sharp knife, I couldn’t even feel the cut.
     
    I ripped my lips away and turned my head.  He leaned his forehead against my temple, his breath was hot and harsh against my skin.
     
    “Go,” he commanded roughly.  His voice was dark and hoarse, so sexy my insides quivered.  “You better go, doll face.  Before I refuse to let you.”
     
    I stood there a moment, unable to move, unable to walk away.  Finally he stepped away from me, turned around and disappeared through the thick masses.
     

Chapter 14
     
     
    All we do right is make love and we both know now that ain’t enough. Let’s lay down tonight and kiss tomorrow goodbye.
     
    ~Luke Bryan
     
     
     
    I wanted to collapse on the floor and cry.  My knees actually wobbled, struggling to hold my weight. I took several deep breaths and then found Katie.
     
    She saw my face and immediately handed me the shot that was in her hand.  I knocked it back.  And then another.  By the third my face felt decidedly numb.
     
    Two hours later, I was dancing in the middle of the living room with everyone else.  The blond guy—Chance, I think—had wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me against him, grinding his pelvis into my backside.
     
    I didn’t care.  I just laughed, closed my eyes, and let the music move my body as the alcohol emptied my mind and numbed the pain in my heart.
     
    Chance spun me around and I felt the world tilt as the alcohol in my system sloshed and threatened to come up. He pulled me against him and ran a finger down the side of my cheek while looking at me with hooded eyes.
     
    My stomach rolled. This was not what I wanted.  Not who I wanted.
     
    I spun around and practically sprinted for the door.  I had barely made it outside when my stomach heaved. I doubled over and puked into the bushes. 
     
    How freakin’ embarrassing.
     
    Mortified, sick, and heartbroken, I didn’t even fight Drew and Katie when they came outside and led me quietly to the car. 
     
    I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I knew I was alone in my bed in the dark.
     
    I rolled over and buried my head in my pillow, groaning from both the headache pounding behind my eyes and the replay of images from the night.  Deep voices from the other room had me perking up.
     
    I distinctly heard Nathan’s low rumble and crawled from my bed, tip toeing to my door and cracking it open in order to hear better.
     
    “Why don’t you just tell her the truth, Nate,” Drew asked.
     
    “Keep your fucking voice down, man.  I don’t need your girlfriend knowing too,” Nate hissed back.
     
    My eyes widened.  I knew there was a secret.
     
    “Relax, she’s passed out,” Drew snapped back.  There was a long pause and then I heard Drew sigh.  “I really think you should tell Ashley the truth, man.  Let her decide.”
     
    I leaned my head against the door, desperate to hear more.  “I can’t.  She’ll hate me for sure.”
     
    “At this point, I don’t see what you have to lose.”
     
    This time, Nathan sighed.  I could just imagine him running his hands over his face and through his shaggy dark hair.  “It’s not that simple.  It’s fucking complicated. And—”
     
    “Is it over?” Drew interjected.  I held my breath.  What are they talking about? Is what over? Us?
     
    Again, Nate sighed. “Yes,” then he paused and blew out a breath.  “No.  I don’t know.  I thought—fuck I don’t know what I thought. I’m just trying to do the right fucking thing.”
     
    “I know man. But what’s the right thing? Being with you someone you don’t love?”
     
    My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. What are they talking about?
     
    I heard Drew clap Nathan on the back and then shuffle down the hallway.  His blue eyes found mine peeking out from the crack in my door.  His eyes widened then he smirked and shook his head before disappearing into Katie’s room.
     
    I stood

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