turned and looked at Conrad, staring at him for a moment. “Anyone tell you that you look like Conrad Dane?”
“All the time.” Conrad grinned. He offered her the gin.
“Cool. Leslie has this hot crush on the guy.” She drank the last remains of the bottle and then tilted her head. “Damn! Amber’s getting fucked like a jack hammer.” She yawned and stood up. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you out, Leslie. I met a really cool guy who I think you’re going to like.” She shuffled to the door and hollered out, “Fuck, Amber, do you always have to scream?”
Leslie burst out laughing. “I’m so sorry, Conrad.” She was burning with embarrassment at Josie’s comment, but pretending she hadn’t heard it seemed a lot easier. “Josie and Amber are roommates. They live across the hall from me. I seriously didn’t know they were this crazy.”
Conrad looked at her for a moment, clearly not sure what to say. “Your friends are awesome,” he said, chuckling.
Leslie smiled. “Kinda crazy. At least they got me out of my apartment.”
“You live in an apartment?” He raised his eye brows. “High end NYC?”
“Not really.”
“But you’re here. This place isn’t…” His eyes drifted back to the TV, not wanting to finish what he was thinking.
Leslie was fine not getting into that conversation either. She turned back to the TV as well, resigned to the fact that they were literally going to be just hanging out here. It was fine with her. She had no clue how to out play Amber’s screams and moans. On the screen, Conrad was once again punching werewolves for the sake of the woman that he loved. Leslie hated the woman and she watched her struggle over the thought of whether or not she wanted to be with Conrad. It seemed like such a stupid problem, like why would you ever choose to have mud when you could have crystalline water? When she glanced over at the real Conrad beside her, she saw he was staring at her, not looking away this time.
She looked at him. “What’s up?”
“You’re really stunning. Not just pretty, but really, really beautiful,” he said in a casual, nonchalant way, but like it held the secret of the world in it as well. Like, fish can’t live outside of water. North is opposite of South. It was something so simple and true that it caught her completely by surprise when she looked at him, listening to the words as they fell from his lips, and it hit her like a boulder smashing down from the top of Mount Everest and shattering her tiny little glass house.
There was nothing more powerful than the moment where the most handsome man in the world tells you you’re attractive, and is dead serious when he says it. He’s drunk, Leslie. Don’t get so excited . She wasn’t excited. She’d had Michael. She didn’t want love. Sex yes, not love. But the way he said it to her, it felt like he was saying she was the one thing that could change his whole world.
Slowly he leaned forward, inching his way toward her. In the background, Amber screamed out as she climaxed and the Conrad on the television knocked out a werewolf, saving his woman at the same time. Leslie watched Conrad’s sexy blue eyes close slightly as his gaze lowered to her lips. His tongue ran over his lips before his hot breath caressed her face. Pressing his weight onto his hands as he leaned closer, he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you walk by the bar before sunset.” His lips met hers, soft and tentative at first.
A thrill raced down her spine, exploding deep inside of her as her eyes closed automatically and she returned his kiss. He came back with more hunger, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted like gin, trail mix, and heaven.
She wanted more.
Then panic set in.
What was she doing? How could she betray Michael? She sat back and ran her tongue over her lips, lapping up the taste of Conrad. There was nothing wrong with kissing him. This was normal. Except, when was the last time
“All the time.” Conrad grinned. He offered her the gin.
“Cool. Leslie has this hot crush on the guy.” She drank the last remains of the bottle and then tilted her head. “Damn! Amber’s getting fucked like a jack hammer.” She yawned and stood up. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you out, Leslie. I met a really cool guy who I think you’re going to like.” She shuffled to the door and hollered out, “Fuck, Amber, do you always have to scream?”
Leslie burst out laughing. “I’m so sorry, Conrad.” She was burning with embarrassment at Josie’s comment, but pretending she hadn’t heard it seemed a lot easier. “Josie and Amber are roommates. They live across the hall from me. I seriously didn’t know they were this crazy.”
Conrad looked at her for a moment, clearly not sure what to say. “Your friends are awesome,” he said, chuckling.
Leslie smiled. “Kinda crazy. At least they got me out of my apartment.”
“You live in an apartment?” He raised his eye brows. “High end NYC?”
“Not really.”
“But you’re here. This place isn’t…” His eyes drifted back to the TV, not wanting to finish what he was thinking.
Leslie was fine not getting into that conversation either. She turned back to the TV as well, resigned to the fact that they were literally going to be just hanging out here. It was fine with her. She had no clue how to out play Amber’s screams and moans. On the screen, Conrad was once again punching werewolves for the sake of the woman that he loved. Leslie hated the woman and she watched her struggle over the thought of whether or not she wanted to be with Conrad. It seemed like such a stupid problem, like why would you ever choose to have mud when you could have crystalline water? When she glanced over at the real Conrad beside her, she saw he was staring at her, not looking away this time.
She looked at him. “What’s up?”
“You’re really stunning. Not just pretty, but really, really beautiful,” he said in a casual, nonchalant way, but like it held the secret of the world in it as well. Like, fish can’t live outside of water. North is opposite of South. It was something so simple and true that it caught her completely by surprise when she looked at him, listening to the words as they fell from his lips, and it hit her like a boulder smashing down from the top of Mount Everest and shattering her tiny little glass house.
There was nothing more powerful than the moment where the most handsome man in the world tells you you’re attractive, and is dead serious when he says it. He’s drunk, Leslie. Don’t get so excited . She wasn’t excited. She’d had Michael. She didn’t want love. Sex yes, not love. But the way he said it to her, it felt like he was saying she was the one thing that could change his whole world.
Slowly he leaned forward, inching his way toward her. In the background, Amber screamed out as she climaxed and the Conrad on the television knocked out a werewolf, saving his woman at the same time. Leslie watched Conrad’s sexy blue eyes close slightly as his gaze lowered to her lips. His tongue ran over his lips before his hot breath caressed her face. Pressing his weight onto his hands as he leaned closer, he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you walk by the bar before sunset.” His lips met hers, soft and tentative at first.
A thrill raced down her spine, exploding deep inside of her as her eyes closed automatically and she returned his kiss. He came back with more hunger, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted like gin, trail mix, and heaven.
She wanted more.
Then panic set in.
What was she doing? How could she betray Michael? She sat back and ran her tongue over her lips, lapping up the taste of Conrad. There was nothing wrong with kissing him. This was normal. Except, when was the last time
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