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deflated right away."
I tried to imagine it, but even in my inebriated state I couldn't. " Mom. It's gross when you think about it. Who would think about their parents while fucking?"
He shrugged. "I'm still wondering."
And that's when things shifted without me knowing it. "My turn to ask." I closed my eyes tightly—I thought that it would make me think better—and reopened them slowly, feeling even more dizzy. When the room settled down, I looked back at him. "The weirdest moment when you wanted someone."
He cocked his head to one side and lost his little smile I found so sexy. "The other day during the party, you looked at me when I was leading a girl to my room. Your smirk got to me."
I bit the inside of my cheek quite hard. He's playing , and despite my urge to play along, I had to keep my mind on track. I didn't want to go back to my parents' house, so I had to be careful even if his blue eyes were sending sinful messages to my very receptive body.
"It's not working."
"What is not working?"
I wave d at him, squinting when the room started to spin again. "You're telling me this just to make me blush, but it's a big failure."
He leaned closer to me. "It's the truth, Bridge."
"Huh?" My brain shut down, and the blood rushed to my face.
"And now you're blushing," he said proudly, his shoulders looking broader in my drunken state.
"Not funny," I replied, my eyes narrowed to slits. Through my alcohol haze, I felt ashamed for blushing like a fucking virgin school girl. What was wrong with me? Oh yeah, I was playing with fire with a guy who could have been the one for whom words like sexy and flirt were made for.
"It's your turn, Bridge."
"I think we know each other enough now, thank you very much."
He bit his lower lip and ran a hand in his buzzed hair. My eyes landed on his muscled arms. "I'm not against knowing you better."
I blinked several times, chasing away the dizziness. It wasn't often that I was almost speechless, but apparently alcohol wasn't doing me any good when I had to hold my ground while bantering with Byron, the Lord of my fantasies.
"Do you have to always sound so suggestive?"
He chuckled, his blues sparkling. "Yes, when I want to."
Why was he giving me the look ? This famous look guys give you, making you weak in the knees just before they ravish your mouth. And Byron was really the Lord, no, the King of the look.
His blue eyes darkened as they travelled to and from my eyes and mouth. My lips tingled already , yet he was still too far from me to feel his breath on my skin. I'd love to find something witty to say and break this moment that put me out of my comfort zone. The last time I felt so turned on was with Ryan, and it ended with my heart broken.
I tried to look away, to step away, but I couldn't. My heart was annoying the hell out of me with all this frenzy beating. My hands were embarrassingly sweaty , and yet it wasn't enough to break the spell I was under. I didn't know how it happened―why it led to this―but Byron came closer to me on the couch. The tip of his tongue dampened his lips, and I was mesmerized. His breathing brushed my skin, my face, and ended on my neck where it sent my body to heaven without even a single touch. That's frightening.
He tilted my head up with his thumb and index finger under my chin , and for once I complied without a word. He was leading the dance, and I let him. Slowly, I brought my hand to his face, toward his scar running from his temple to his jaw. The thin pinkish lines were like a painting I craved to paint. He tensed at first, but when my fingers came into contact with his scarred skin, he relaxed and closed his eyes, his frown eased and instantly disappeared from his face. The skin was soft and bumpy; I wanted to put my mouth there and feel his stubble against my lips instead of against the tips of my fingers.
He opened his eyes again and ran the hand on my chin along my jaw. I could feel his calloused fingers from his military
I tried to imagine it, but even in my inebriated state I couldn't. " Mom. It's gross when you think about it. Who would think about their parents while fucking?"
He shrugged. "I'm still wondering."
And that's when things shifted without me knowing it. "My turn to ask." I closed my eyes tightly—I thought that it would make me think better—and reopened them slowly, feeling even more dizzy. When the room settled down, I looked back at him. "The weirdest moment when you wanted someone."
He cocked his head to one side and lost his little smile I found so sexy. "The other day during the party, you looked at me when I was leading a girl to my room. Your smirk got to me."
I bit the inside of my cheek quite hard. He's playing , and despite my urge to play along, I had to keep my mind on track. I didn't want to go back to my parents' house, so I had to be careful even if his blue eyes were sending sinful messages to my very receptive body.
"It's not working."
"What is not working?"
I wave d at him, squinting when the room started to spin again. "You're telling me this just to make me blush, but it's a big failure."
He leaned closer to me. "It's the truth, Bridge."
"Huh?" My brain shut down, and the blood rushed to my face.
"And now you're blushing," he said proudly, his shoulders looking broader in my drunken state.
"Not funny," I replied, my eyes narrowed to slits. Through my alcohol haze, I felt ashamed for blushing like a fucking virgin school girl. What was wrong with me? Oh yeah, I was playing with fire with a guy who could have been the one for whom words like sexy and flirt were made for.
"It's your turn, Bridge."
"I think we know each other enough now, thank you very much."
He bit his lower lip and ran a hand in his buzzed hair. My eyes landed on his muscled arms. "I'm not against knowing you better."
I blinked several times, chasing away the dizziness. It wasn't often that I was almost speechless, but apparently alcohol wasn't doing me any good when I had to hold my ground while bantering with Byron, the Lord of my fantasies.
"Do you have to always sound so suggestive?"
He chuckled, his blues sparkling. "Yes, when I want to."
Why was he giving me the look ? This famous look guys give you, making you weak in the knees just before they ravish your mouth. And Byron was really the Lord, no, the King of the look.
His blue eyes darkened as they travelled to and from my eyes and mouth. My lips tingled already , yet he was still too far from me to feel his breath on my skin. I'd love to find something witty to say and break this moment that put me out of my comfort zone. The last time I felt so turned on was with Ryan, and it ended with my heart broken.
I tried to look away, to step away, but I couldn't. My heart was annoying the hell out of me with all this frenzy beating. My hands were embarrassingly sweaty , and yet it wasn't enough to break the spell I was under. I didn't know how it happened―why it led to this―but Byron came closer to me on the couch. The tip of his tongue dampened his lips, and I was mesmerized. His breathing brushed my skin, my face, and ended on my neck where it sent my body to heaven without even a single touch. That's frightening.
He tilted my head up with his thumb and index finger under my chin , and for once I complied without a word. He was leading the dance, and I let him. Slowly, I brought my hand to his face, toward his scar running from his temple to his jaw. The thin pinkish lines were like a painting I craved to paint. He tensed at first, but when my fingers came into contact with his scarred skin, he relaxed and closed his eyes, his frown eased and instantly disappeared from his face. The skin was soft and bumpy; I wanted to put my mouth there and feel his stubble against my lips instead of against the tips of my fingers.
He opened his eyes again and ran the hand on my chin along my jaw. I could feel his calloused fingers from his military
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