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“Humor me, would you?” I insisted and extended the bottle closer to him.
“Amber, I can’t.” His voice was low, like something I’d said bothered him.
“Why are you being so pathetic?” I nearly screamed at him, but I covered my mouth as soon as the words came out. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
“You’re just upset, Amber. I get it. First, your boyfriend cheats on you, and now the one thing you want from me, you can’t have.”
“Why won’t you just drink one? Even a couple sips?”
Ross’ face fell, his shoulders slack. “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t. I’ve had alcohol before, Amber, and it does nothing but mess me up. I just don’t wanna risk doing something I might regret, especially when I’m not inside my own home.”
“Something you’d regret? Like what? You’re the goodiest two-shoes I know!”
His face turned red as he blushed, his hands rubbing together like he was about to sweat bullets. “Something like kissing you.”
I froze in place. “What?”Had I heard that right?
“Amber, I’ve liked you since I first met you, but since you were with Dawson, I couldn’t do anything about it. So, I just friend-zoned myself, if that meant I could still hang out with you. But I hope you now understand why I can’t take anything that’ll screw up those inhibitions.”
Hell, why was I still lying to myself? It wasn’t like I hadn’t felt the same way about Ross. We just seemed to fit better together than Dawson and I—whom I had absolutely nothing in common with. And he’d been there for me when all Dawson could do was ignore me and go behind my back with Cindy. What, are they dating now? Is it over between Dawson and I? Is that why he waskissingher?
I didn’t give myself much time to think before I leaned over and pressed my face against Ross’, taking him off-guard as he jumped back in surprise. I didn’t want anything to stop me from doing what I was about to do.
“Whoa, whoa, Amber, hold up. You have a boyfriend.” Ross shifted back in his seat and slowly inched away.
“Do I, though? Or is he out there cheating on me? And why are you against this? You literally just told me you liked me!”
“I do. I really do, but this doesn’t feel right to me. You’re in a vulnerable position, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“But what if I told you I like you, too? More than I like Dawson.”
“Amber, I don’t know…”
But I leaned back in regardless, caressing his face against my hands and slowly moving my lips toward his. “Shh, don’t say that. I want you, Ross, and I know you want me, too, so why are we fighting this?” I softly placed my lips over his and could taste the peppermint from his ChapStick, massaging first his upper lip, then his lower, with my own, and soon, I felt hands wrapping around my waist.
He leaned me back against the couch and continued to kiss me, wrapping me in his arms as if he were holding something precious that he didn’t ever want to let go of. His kisses were gentle and meaningful, the complete opposite of Dawson’s slobbery ones that always seemed to drench my face.
I reached behind him and slowly lifted his shirt while he continued to hold me dearly.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered into my ear, and when I nodded, he proceeded to take his shirt off for me. And his body, wow! It didn’t look like Dawson’s, with his muscular build and glaringly obvious tattoos, but Ross was jacked in his own right, and I definitely didn’t mind the abs that were staring me in the face.
Then I felt his hands slide up my skirt cautiously, as it seemed he wanted to avoid whatever was going to sneak out and bite his fingers off. And as he did, he continued to kiss my chest, sliding the straps of my tank top off my shoulders and kissing lower and lower until…
My phone rang. I reached over to see who it was as Ross continued to plant kisses along the top of my breasts, his hands reaching higher and higher until I felt a shivering sensation shoot up my body.
It was Dawson.What? Is he calling just to tell me how great Cindy’s boobs are?
I slapped the phone back down and let my thoughts wander through my brain. What was I doing? About to have sex with a guy I’d only just met? I lied there, still, for a moment while Ross continued to kiss me. The feelings of pleasure and revenge that I’d felt mere minutes ago were beginning to turn into guilt and regret, and I pushed Ross off of me.
“Why’d you do that?” he asked, clutching onto his left elbow. Must’ve fallen on his shoe or something.
“I-I’m sorry, Ross. I can’t do this. You have to go.”
“But I thought we were—”
“You have to go! Now!” I shouted and proceeded to throw his shoes out the door. Like a puppy who had just been kicked, he grabbed his shirt off the couch and walked out after them.
After I slammed the door behind him, I picked the unopened bottle of beer up off the table and threw it against the wall. The glass shattered, and the dark liquid oozed down the white paint, staining everything in its path as it dripped down to the floor. I screamed, louder than I’d ever screamed before, and I didn’t care whether any of the neighbors heard.
