AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Or the day before that.
Not that I’m surprised. I deserve every bit of her silent treatment. As much as I hate to admit it, I almost texted her a few times. Caught myself wishing I could tell her whenever something funny happened.
I think… I kind of miss her?
I promised myself I wouldn’t touch her again, but… she was standing there, looking at me with those big blue, teary eyes, and it triggered something in me.
It gutted me.
Made me want to fix it.
Then she started sobbing in my arms, and every atom in my body spurred to life, begging me to make it stop. So, when she flat out asked me to, I did the only thing I could think of.
Kissing her was the plan.
Almost fingering her wasn’t.
Shit, what are you doing to me, control freak?
I should’ve had more self-control, kept my mouth—and my hands—to myself. I can still feel how wet she was. I wasn’t even touching her, and she was ready for my…
Fucking hell, Will, stop!
I give myself a stroke in the hope it’ll expel her whimpers from my mind. The way she called my name, gasped at my touch. We were so close. Then she got a call from that dumbass Luke, and I lost my temper. She was supposed to be on a date with him while I was making her moan. I lashed out, told her a bunch of BS I didn’t mean. I hurt her.
Trying to protect myself.
I know I made the right decision. I was being a good friend to Kendrick by walking away—fine, a slightly less awful friend—but then again, a good friend wouldn’t be beating his dick to his friend’s sister right now. It’s wrong. Kendrick would kill me if he knew, but I can’t change the fact that I want her.
Bad.
Maybe if I just get her out of my system.
Maybe if I just give in once.
All I know is I can’t stay away anymore.
And, so tonight…
I won’t.
Kassidy
The second Zoey, Morgan, and I step inside the piping hot, cramped club, the urge to charge back into the Uber slams into me. Zoey is quick to locate Sean and snatch mine and Morgan’s wrists, hauling us toward the bar.
“There’s the birthday girl.” Sean flirts over the music, earning himself a luscious kiss from Zoey, who flings her arms around his neck, hungrily devouring his mouth. Morgan and I make eye contact, exchanging Well, this is awkward smiles like the five-year-olds that we are.
“I still can’t believe you got us in. Are my friends all here?” Zoey gushes.
Sean directs a glance over his shoulder, most precisely at the man mid conversation with the bartender. His uncle, I presume. Sean says something I can’t hear, and the bald forty-something-year-old nods.
“Yeah. They’re here,” Sean confirms. “Bouncers took their names at the door.”
“Great, I’m going to go find them.” Zoey sees someone in the distance. “Mia!” she shrieks, stumbling off without so much as a warning. Sean trails behind her, smacking her ass and looping his arm around her shoulders as they push through the crowd. Mia. I never met the girl, but if I remember correctly, she’s the single friend Zoey is hoping to match with Alex.
I make “What the hell are we doing here?” eye contact with Morgan again and seriously consider jumping ship. Odds are Zoey wouldn’t even notice I’m gone.
Morgan tells me she has to use the bathroom before we can order a drink, and I offer to come with. I’d much rather hang in smelly, questionable bathrooms than stand alone in a crowd of horny guys that look at me like I’m an all-you-can-eat
