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"I do. I highly doubt you do wild nights on the town. If you do, I must be losing my touch. I'm pretty good at pegging people."
"I'll tell you the truth, maybe. It depends." I say, as I lick my lips, before bringing my drink up to my mouth for a sip. Knox watches me intently, his eyes darkening as they focus on my face. God, I want to kiss him.
"On what?" He asks, his own tongue now licking his lips, and I shift in my seat, my core aching as desire takes over, flooding through every part of me.
Buzz! We both jump back, the spell broken. But Knox doesn't move.
"Give me your number. We need to finish what we started," he whispers and I all but melt into the floor.
I shake my head and mouth the word, "No."
His whole face darkens, a look of brief annoyance passing over it, but then he smirks, and I know he'll play back. I want him to play back.
"Emma! He has to move, the buzzer sounded!" I faintly hear Abbie say, not quite clearly making out the words as I'm lost in Knox, in our bubble, our moment.
"Okay," Knox states, holding his hands up in surrender as he stands up. "I always have my ways though. See you around, Emma." He winks and moves to the next table and I can't help but sit there and stare at him, wishing him to come back.
Abbie leans over and whispers to me, "Why are you playing hard to get? That guy is smoking hot! Besides, when he sat here with me, he was staring at you the whole time!"
I lean back, looking at her in surprise as she nods her head. We don't have time to say anything else as the next round begins but I can't focus. I go through the motions but all I can think about is Knox.
Abbie's question swirls in my mind as if I don't know the answer, but I do know. Deep down, I've always known. He doesn't follow the rules, therefore he's off-limits. Untouchable.
So, why won't he leave my head? Why do I see his face and think of him every second? Is it because I can't have him? I want him because he's bad for me?
Shit, I don't know what I want.
~K~
She's here.I'm reeling from the sight of her. She hasn't left my head in days, no, more like weeks, but since my lips have touched hers, since I've had a taste of her, I need more.
It's an addiction I need to feed. I can't stop myself.
Her taste, her mouth... it did something to me that I can't shake.
Do I want to shake it? Or ignore my mind’s protesting and make a go for it?
"Who was that?" Jane asks me as we wait at the bar for drinks, the break between rounds having started ten minutes ago.
"Who was who?" I pretend to not know who she's talking about. I'm sure Jane caught me staring at her from across the room. I can't help it; she's fucking gorgeous. And she looks even better tonight than she does at work. Her makeup is more elaborate, her skin glowing under the soft lighting.
Jane playfully slaps my arm as she snorts, her eyebrows rising in mock surprise. "Do you think I don't know you? You've had your eyes on her all night. Who is she?"
I know I'm not getting out of this, so, why delay the inevitable? I'll spill my guts because she's a good listener and usually has my back. Usually.
"Her name is Emma and she's driving me crazy. I met her at work." I smirk at her as her face lights up, her ears perked, the gossip hound coming out full force. "What?" I ask her, though I'm sure the reason she's glowing is because she's visualizing me in my wedding tux with cake smashed in my face. She's always wanted that for me, as much as she's wanted it for herself.
It's sweet, the way she tells me how much of a gentle soul I am. She claims I cover it up with my humor and good looks. I think I end up acting a lot cockier than I am. Of course, she's right. I don't want everyone to see I'm a romantic pushover. Honestly, I'm not conceited; in fact, I'm as insecure as the next guy. Also, I have a secret geek side. I love all things geeky.
I grew up with my mother and three sisters surrounding me, and a father who took care of us all. Ethan was the youngest, and the baby who got plenty of attention. My parents were kind and caring. Our father would lend a helping hand to neighbors and anyone else in need. Our father showed us how to love and spread kindness.
My mother means the world to me. She instilled kindness and caring in us children right from the start. My parents are still crazy in love and I want the same. It's not in the cards for me. I gave my love to a woman who destroyed me. She stomped on my heart and ripped it out.
Jane shakes her head as her eyes travel along my face. I know that look. She's inside my head. "Why don't you just go after her?"
"It's not a good idea." We make it up to the bar and wait our turn while the bartender helps the couple next to us.
"Why in the hell not?"
