It’s so annoying because I’m angry with him about it. But I want him to kiss me again. Not that would tell him that. I’m too angry to be that forward. It feels like he just used me to make a point, and it’s embarrassing that it was so easy for him to prove it. I didn’t even try to stop him. And I kept making those stupid moaning sounds.
Ugh.
Why the hell does he have to be the hottest man alive?
It’simpossiblenot to be attracted to him. And yes, that’s exactly why I’m skittish around him sometimes.
Dammit.
I wish I could forget the past. I wish I could let it all go.
The kiss follows me in my thoughts. At work, I am struggling to focus, and it’s embarrassing because I’m forgetting simple things and letting my team down.
What can I do to clear my head and forget about how his lips felt on mine?
It’s late on Thursday evening, and Simon and I are eating dinner in the living room, and I can barely look at him without blushing. I can’t take this anymore. It’s been a week, and I’m still not over the kiss. I need to get out and burn off some steam.
“We, um, still have that agreement, right?” I ask without looking up from my plate of food.
He clears his throat, sighing. “Yes. We still have the agreement,” he says reluctantly.
“Good, because I am going out dancing with some friends tomorrow night.”
I steal a glance at his face, and it’s clear he doesn’t like the idea.
“You accepted the exchange. The dinner went well, and now I am asking for some freedom,” I say, suddenly nervous that he’s going to make this difficult.
“It’s fine, Blair. You can go. A deal is a deal,” he huffs.
Relief washes through me.
Up in my room after dinner, I text two of my friends to say I’d like to see them for a drink tomorrow if they’re free.
Sammy’s reply comes in quickly.
Girl, where have you been! Finally! You’ve practically said no to every invite over the past month. We’re going to Club Chaos tomorrow. Meet us there at nine?
I type out a reply with a smile on my face.
Sorry, things have been hectic with work and stuff, but I’ll be there. Can’t wait to catch up with you guys.
At least they are used to me not replying much and being a bit of an introvert. I hardly ever accept their clubbing invites, so it’s not unusual.
Already, the new plans are helping me think about something other than the kiss.
Hopping up off the bed, I tug my closet open, excited to choose something to wear.
***
Tequila is moving through my veins like a gentle stream, easing my muscles and relaxing my thoughts. There is a smile on my face as I squint into the bright lights flashing over the dance floor. Next to me, Sammy grins and lifts her arms in the air, letting out a loud whoop of excitement. We’ve had quite a few shots, and my head is spinning from the alcohol. I’m having such a good time. I finally feel relaxed!
Music pulses in the air, and I sway my hips in time to the beat. I can’t remember why I always said no to going out with them. Dancing is amazing!
Behind me, I feel someone bump against me, and I turn to smile at them, expecting a wave of a hand as an apology. Instead, I see a tall guy with dark hair grinning down at me. He has that look in his eyes that lets me know he didn’t bump into me by accident. With a smile, he reaches out and places his hand on my hip, trying to pull me closer so I can dance with him.
I scrunch my nose and shake my head.No.
Anxiety spikes through me, dulling the happiness I was feeling a moment ago.
