her big brown
eyes slowly grazing over me as she bit the rim of her plastic cup.
I tried to look elsewhere, but the way she was looking at me made
it impossible.
Sidney was hot and she knew it. We’d dated a few
weeks during our freshman year, but like all the others before me,
she’d chewed me up and spat me out once she’d gotten what she
wanted out of me; a little sex and a whole lot of weed. I didn’t
care, I’d enjoyed her just as much as she’d enjoyed me and when it
was done, it was done.
“You look like you could use a drink,” she said,
passing me the joint for the second time.
“Nah, I’m cool.”
Trip elbowed me and whispered. “Come on, man…sexual
healin’, go get some!”
I smirked and shook my head. Guilt pinched at my
brain and Ali’s face entered my mind. I couldn’t get with Sidney.
Not now.
“Well, I think you do and I need another one, too.
Come on,” she insisted, interlacing her fingers with mine and
pulling me inside behind her.
Trip’s eyes grew wide and he covered his smile with
his hand. Thoughts of Ali swarmed my mind, but I still followed
behind Sidney like a freaking puppy on a leash into the house.
We wove our way through the crowded living room
filled with people dancing in front of the speakers and laughing,
headed towards the kitchen. Halfway there, Sidney slung her long,
silky, brown hair over her shoulder and turned to me to smile. A
smile I knew all too well. Sidney was tipsy and looking to
score.
And I happened to be the lucky candidate she’d chosen
tonight.
Maybe out of sheer pity for my busted up face, or
maybe because of the history we shared. I didn’t know what her
reasons were, but I did know what she wanted by the end of the
night—me. And I didn’t know how I was going to explain to her I
couldn’t. Sidney wasn’t exactly the kind of girl you said no
to.
Hell, I don’t think anyone had ever said no to Sidney
Owens before.
We pushed past people, forcing our way into the
kitchen towards the butcher block in the center, which was littered
with opened bottles of liquor and soda. Sidney reached for a bottle
of Bacardi and sloshed some into her cup.
“Looking to get drunk, huh?”
Her lips twisted into a wicked grin as she reached
for a bottle of Pepsi. “That and something else,” she insisted
raising her eyes to mine.
I looked away and smirked. She giggled. Yep, I was
definitely in trouble.
I didn’t know what Ali and I were yet, but I knew I
didn’t want to do anything with Sidney tonight that might ruin my
chances. I couldn’t sleep with Sidney. I had to find a way out of
this.
Sidney reached over the counter for a sleeve of
plastic cups and handed me one.
“Want to pour it yourself or do you want me to?” she
asked in a honey sweet tone.
“I’ll get it.”
I poured myself a Pepsi and took a swig as the song
blaring from the speakers changed. Sidney took a swig of her drink
and began swaying her hips back and forth, dancing to the music
beside me and shouting out the words.
“Let’s dance!” she insisted, gripping my hand and
tugging me behind her, again.
“I don’t dance,” I shouted as we made our way towards
the speakers.
“Well then, just stand there and watch,” she breathed
in a teasing tone against my ear. “Hold this for me.” She shoved
her cup into my free hand.
I leaned against the wall, watching Sidney dance
seductively to the music a few feet away from me while holding her
cup. My eyes zeroed in on her lips as she sang the words to me.
They flowed from her mouth and wrapped around me like the strings
of a spider web holding me in place and making me her prey.
All I could think about was how hot she was.
In a lacy black tank top that showed an inch or two
of her tanned stomach and a short denim skirt with flip-flops,
Sidney looked mouthwatering and she knew it. The way her body
moved, so slow and seductive, mixed with the look she was giving
me…she completely turned me on.
I had to get out of here,
eyes slowly grazing over me as she bit the rim of her plastic cup.
I tried to look elsewhere, but the way she was looking at me made
it impossible.
Sidney was hot and she knew it. We’d dated a few
weeks during our freshman year, but like all the others before me,
she’d chewed me up and spat me out once she’d gotten what she
wanted out of me; a little sex and a whole lot of weed. I didn’t
care, I’d enjoyed her just as much as she’d enjoyed me and when it
was done, it was done.
“You look like you could use a drink,” she said,
passing me the joint for the second time.
“Nah, I’m cool.”
Trip elbowed me and whispered. “Come on, man…sexual
healin’, go get some!”
I smirked and shook my head. Guilt pinched at my
brain and Ali’s face entered my mind. I couldn’t get with Sidney.
Not now.
“Well, I think you do and I need another one, too.
Come on,” she insisted, interlacing her fingers with mine and
pulling me inside behind her.
Trip’s eyes grew wide and he covered his smile with
his hand. Thoughts of Ali swarmed my mind, but I still followed
behind Sidney like a freaking puppy on a leash into the house.
We wove our way through the crowded living room
filled with people dancing in front of the speakers and laughing,
headed towards the kitchen. Halfway there, Sidney slung her long,
silky, brown hair over her shoulder and turned to me to smile. A
smile I knew all too well. Sidney was tipsy and looking to
score.
And I happened to be the lucky candidate she’d chosen
tonight.
Maybe out of sheer pity for my busted up face, or
maybe because of the history we shared. I didn’t know what her
reasons were, but I did know what she wanted by the end of the
night—me. And I didn’t know how I was going to explain to her I
couldn’t. Sidney wasn’t exactly the kind of girl you said no
to.
Hell, I don’t think anyone had ever said no to Sidney
Owens before.
We pushed past people, forcing our way into the
kitchen towards the butcher block in the center, which was littered
with opened bottles of liquor and soda. Sidney reached for a bottle
of Bacardi and sloshed some into her cup.
“Looking to get drunk, huh?”
Her lips twisted into a wicked grin as she reached
for a bottle of Pepsi. “That and something else,” she insisted
raising her eyes to mine.
I looked away and smirked. She giggled. Yep, I was
definitely in trouble.
I didn’t know what Ali and I were yet, but I knew I
didn’t want to do anything with Sidney tonight that might ruin my
chances. I couldn’t sleep with Sidney. I had to find a way out of
this.
Sidney reached over the counter for a sleeve of
plastic cups and handed me one.
“Want to pour it yourself or do you want me to?” she
asked in a honey sweet tone.
“I’ll get it.”
I poured myself a Pepsi and took a swig as the song
blaring from the speakers changed. Sidney took a swig of her drink
and began swaying her hips back and forth, dancing to the music
beside me and shouting out the words.
“Let’s dance!” she insisted, gripping my hand and
tugging me behind her, again.
“I don’t dance,” I shouted as we made our way towards
the speakers.
“Well then, just stand there and watch,” she breathed
in a teasing tone against my ear. “Hold this for me.” She shoved
her cup into my free hand.
I leaned against the wall, watching Sidney dance
seductively to the music a few feet away from me while holding her
cup. My eyes zeroed in on her lips as she sang the words to me.
They flowed from her mouth and wrapped around me like the strings
of a spider web holding me in place and making me her prey.
All I could think about was how hot she was.
In a lacy black tank top that showed an inch or two
of her tanned stomach and a short denim skirt with flip-flops,
Sidney looked mouthwatering and she knew it. The way her body
moved, so slow and seductive, mixed with the look she was giving
me…she completely turned me on.
I had to get out of here,
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