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Deep down I know she’s right…
I’m not worth saving…
I’m not worthy of her, or love.
I’m just Remington now.
Not her best friend…or her love…not even Remmy.
Just a heartless bastard who took his need for revenge too far.
Chapter Ten
Jules
The music is loud and while the drink in my hand is cold, it does nothing to cool me off. Sweat slicks my body, there are tons of people in this house, that has to be why I feel like I’m literally on fire. My jaw feels funny and I have this constant need to lick my lips for some reason. I have no idea what is going on, but I’m thinking I’ve had too much to drink.
I look around the crowded room trying to find Cally. She was with me just a little bit ago, or at least I think she was. I set my drink down on the counter. I shouldn’t drink any more tonight, in fact, I’m certain I should go home. I feel so off, and unlike myself and I don’t like it. My eyes scan over all the faces surrounding me, but none of them are Cally, or even someone I know. The only familiar face is Cole’s, and he is standing right next to me. Our eyes lock and a warmth washes over me.
I blink, unable to make the warm feeling go away. Then I smile, and for some reason, I’m just over the moon happy to see him.
“You look like you should sit down, let’s go upstairs for a bit,” he tells me while his hands run over my lower back. His touch is warm and soothing and sends an electric current of pleasure straight through me. I’ve never felt anything like this before and all I want is more of it. I nod my head, agreeing and let him usher me up the stairs.
He wraps his arm around me, and I lean into his body wanting more of this weird connection I’m feeling. Earlier, Cole was the last thing I wanted, but now he’s the only one that seems to matter. He leads me into a bedroom and deposits me on a bed. In the back of my mind, a tiny voice whispers…telling me I should be scared, that I shouldn’t be letting this happen… but the feeling to those emotions never comes, and I don’t want to give up the happiness and warmth encompassing me right now.
“You look like you’re burning up, are you hot?” Cole’s voice has changed slightly. It’s darker, but I can’t latch onto it, because all I feel is joy with him.
“Yeah.” I’m so freaking hot right now I could take an ice bath and still not be cooled off.
“Want to take off some of your clothes?”
His question surprises me. I swallow, but my throat feels like gritty sandpaper.
“I don’t know…” I respond, but Cole is already helping me out of my top. I should tell him to stop but his touch feels so amazing and when my shirt is finally off and the cool air washes over my blazing hot skin my need to tell him to stop vanishes.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” Cole whispers while slipping my bra straps down over my shoulders before reaching around me to unhook the clasp. I press my hands to his firm chest, but I don’t know if it’s to push him away or pull him closer. There’s this dizzying need, and pressure deep between my thighs that begs to be touched.
“Just relax, baby. I’ll make you feel real good. Just relax and lie back,” he coaxes gently, pushing me against my shoulders until I’m lying flat on my back, the sheets scratching against my inflamed skin.
“Hot. I feel so hot,” I mumble.
“I know, that’s why I’m helping you out of your clothes, silly.” He flicks the button on my jeans and pulls them down my legs. It feels so great to be free of the harsh fabric, that a moan escapes my lips as soon as they’re gone.
“Yeah, that’s better.” I think I hear him rasp, but I can’t be sure. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a minute and just enjoy how good this feels?”
I do what he tells me and close my eyes, only instead of the darkness that usually accompanies closing your eyes… I see hundreds of colors dancing across my vision.
When I feel the bed dip next to me, I pry my eyes open and find Cole lying down on the bed next to me. Confusion mars my features… I don’t know when he took his clothes off or even how long we’ve been lying here, but he’s shirtless, showing off his toned chest. I look down and find he has also stripped off his jeans.
He’s wearing his boxers, and I can feel the soft cotton of my panties against my hips, confirming that they’re still there. I open my mouth to say something, but the words never come, and the next thing I know, Cole is crawling over top of me.
