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I suddenly realize that the last place I want to be is at this party. If I hated it before, I hate it even more now. But there are two more nights to go and I can’t just leave. I’m technically a co-host. I can, however, remove myself from the situation. Angrily, I grab a whiskey and stomp back upstairs, heading in the opposite direction of Zooey’s room to my own guest bedroom. I wish I could invite her in with me. There’s no way Lawrence would burst into my room the way he did with Zooey’s. But I could sense that he was suspicious of what we were up to in her bedroom all alone, so there’s no way I can get away with it. He might not be close with his daughter, but he’s damn protective of her. It’s yet another obstacle for me to cross to get to her.
Finally alone in my room, I feel like I can breathe for the first time since meeting Zooey. My erection is pressing hard against my trousers. It’s a wonder Lawrence didn’t notice to be honest. But she drives me so wild that I can’t help it. She’s unlocked the primal animal within me, and I’m desperate to let that animal run free. But alone in my room, there’s nothing I can unleash this energy on. I let out a low growl, knocking back the whiskey to try and calm myself down, but it has the opposite effect. As the booze goes to my head, I have little control of my thoughts. And every single one of them is about her.
I lie down on my bed and wait for relief from this. It’s agony, knowing she’s so close and yet I can’t have her. Is she thinking about me as much as I’m thinking about her? Is she wishing she could come and find me and finish everything we started in her bedroom? I think she must be. I couldn’t miss the chemistry between us. I couldn’t miss how responsive she was to my every touch. She wanted it, and I could tell without her saying a single word.
I relive the moment when I removed her mask and saw her beautiful face for the first time. It makes my dick even harder, if that is even possible. She looks so unlike her father, so mysterious and beautiful with her imploring brown eyes and her sleek black hair. She’s like no one I’ve ever met before. She’s one of a kind. And I want her to be mine.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be okay. Maybe I can sleep these feelings off and forget about her. Maybe it’s the booze talking. But even as I try and close my eyes, I know I’m only trying to fool myself. And so far, it’s not working one bit.
Zooey
The party is over for me. Without Wes at my side, it seems pretty pointless being here at all. I’ve been standing next to Poppy, making awkward small talk with some immature young guy for twenty minutes, and I’ve had more than enough. I politely say goodnight and head upstairs. I stare down the hallway. I saw Wes walking back to his room earlier. I know where he is, and my feet are desperate to carry me in his direction. But I’m terrified now of my father keeping an eye on me. He must have sensed the chemistry between me and his best friend. It was, after all, undeniable, and we were so close together when my father walked in. If I go to Wes, my father will know for sure that something is up.
So I head back to my bedroom and lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I know I won’t sleep tonight. I feel as though the whole night has been in fast motion, and now that I’m finally still, I feel nauseous. I want to rewind to the moment I almost kissed Wes. I want to feel as alive as I did when he was touching my leg for the first time. I want to explore all of the feelings he brought out of me. But now it’s over, and I really need to come to terms with that.
I still can’t believe that my father stuck his nose in on this. He’s barely been in my life for two seconds and now he thinks he owns me. We only reconnected after running into each other at the supermarket, and in that time, he hasn’t tried to meet up with me once, claiming he’s busy with work. He invited me to his Halloween party, claiming that we could spend some time together, but so far, all he has done is dashed my hopes of finding someone who might like me exactly for who I am. When I close my eyes, I can see those dreamy blue eyes of his staring at me, drinking in the contours of my body. I felt desired for the first time when he looked at me. Will I ever feel so intensely about someone again, or was this my one shot that I have now missed?
