AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It’s ridiculous, because looking at her, I feel this strange desire to share things. About myself. To share some of the things that are central to my life, that form this thick layer around my core. It’s heavy, and with me being the new leader of oureverything, it will only get heavier. Question is, will it get too much for me to bear alone?
It’s just, I’ve never thought of a woman like that. Like anything more than just a beautiful, curvy body to play with. I’ve never, not even in the slightest, been tempted to actually share anything else with them. Don’t get me wrong, I see love on a daily basis. Mom and Dad met when they were really young and have always been together. Even today, thirty-something years later, they still share the same twinkle in their eyes, the same love in their heart.
My eyes turn back to the stage. For some reason Angélique looks almost serene. It takes me back to the way her white, sensitive skin felt under my touch. The soft pleading sounds she made when I stroked, licked, and sucked her sensitive spots, the way she spread her legs for me so I could nestle in between the heat of her thighs.
Fuuuuck.
It makes me hard. And then to see that tongue darting around my fingers when she’d sucked them in, panting, protesting, so much protesting.
I gulp down the rest of my drink.
“Another one,” I bark at the bartender and cannot relax until the cold liquid fills my mouth again.
“You are staring,” Ella taunts.
“So sue me.”
“I recognize that girl. Is she, aahh—”
“Shut up.”
“Can’t.” She tilts her head to the side. “It’s too funny to rile you up.”
“Fuck, their sound system sucks,” Samuel growls, but I don’t reply. I feel pinned to the ground and I cannot stop looking at the stage. And to make things even more ridiculous, she sings one of those songs my mom would love. Some old, French song.
Angélique’s eyes have a dreamy stare as she looks into the middle distance and for a moment I feel as if she’s staring straight at me. And then she smiles. Shesmilesand my heart hammers in my ribcage. And all of a sudden, I want her tucked up safely in our corner. It’s such an overwhelming feeling that my hand lifts and spreads flat in the middle of my chest, as if to steady my heart. As if I need to prevent it from fluttering right out of my ribcage. As if it could prevent me from plunging into this new sweet and delicate sensation at full tilt. I’m fucked, because all I see now is her.
Mine.
Screw it.
CHAPTERNINE
SATURDAY NIGHT - ANGÉLIQUE
‘Get on the stage, sing a song and act like a star.’
1 hour earlier
After we say our “Grazie mille” to Luigi, we take our bikes once more and go to a surprise location. No matter how often we ask, Prue won’t give anything away. I’m frankly relieved by the time we finally make a stop at a bike park. My ass hurts and my legs are feeling shaky.
“No more bicycles please,” Monika whines.
“Babes, this weekend is about to go c-ra-zy,” Prue replies instead, but as Emma gives her a pointed look, she huffs and puts her hands on her hips. “And no, we’re done for today. Although you’ve got to admit, discovering the city on a bicycle is so much more fun.”
“Yeah, but not after a few drinks,” Monika counters and we all laugh.
“So, where are we going?” I look around. The street’s filled with people, all making their way to their different party destinations. Prue points at a black painted building, with darkened windows. “Karaoke Bar” is marked in huge, flickering bright blue lights.
“Is this what I think it is?” I mumble, and my heart’s pounding in my chest. Prue eyes me and nods. “Only if you want it to be, darling.” The words are only meant for me, since she created the challenge. Then she claps her hands and tossed her head. “Let’s go girls.”
We make our way inside, and order some more drinks at the bar. It’s not overly crowded yet, with more people gathering around the stage. Standing here with the girls, it’s nearly impossible to imagine that I’ll be on my way home tomorrow, and this will all be a memory. I don’t want it to end.Ever.
The black and white image of the Eiffel Tower pops up in my head. That was him just messing around with me, wasn’t it? It’s not like he’s really serious about wanting to see me tonight. Right?
Stop it.
Guys like him don’t fall for girls like me. Period.
