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I feel her body tremor. She’s so
responsive to my touch. I flick my thumb back and forth, move my
fingers faster once I hear her breath catch and her hips rock into
the rhythm. She’s trembling and panting, so close to coming. The
need to take her over the edge consumes me. I feel it like a kick
to the gut, this desire to please her, own her, and be good enough
for her.
    It scares the
shit outta me.
    “ Jesus, Ana,
you’re so damn hot, I wanna bury myself inside you and live there,”
I murmur against her ear and I feel her go instantly still.
Seriously, she went from being seconds away from orgasm to being so
still she’s not even breathing. My hand freezes. I look at her
face. Her eyes are filled with panic. “What’s wrong? Where’d you
go?”
    “ Uh … sorry,
I think that beer kinda went to my head a bit.”
    “ So then, let
it take you over the edge,” I say as I continue my assault with
both my hands and mouth, but I know the second she puts her palms
against my chest that the moment is gone.
    “ Just … give
me a second? I haven’t …” she whispers, and I gently remove my
hands from her body and take a step back. No fucking way. That’s not possible … Is it?
    Is that why
Holly warned me away? Because this walking wet dream of a woman is
still a virgin? And here I am, dry humping her up against the side
of her father’s house. Fuck! Ten minutes ago I was walking away from Ana Belle
because I’m no good for her; now, that’s even truer than before,
and yet I’d willingly give my left nut to be balls deep inside
her.
    “ I gotta
go.” I gotta get outta here before I fuck
this up worse than I already have.
    “ Just like
that?”
    “ Yeah, Ana,
just like that.” I take off toward the alley again.
    “ Elijah.” I
can hear the hurt in her voice but I block it out. She doesn’t
follow me and I’m glad. I don’t know how many times I can stand to
walk away from this girl before I crack.

Chapter Seven
    Ana
     
    “ To being
single.” Holly taps her plastic cup off of mine in a toast and
downs the rest of her peach-flavoured wine cooler. I sit my cup
back on the table without tasting it and sigh. Her toast would have
been much more effectual if she didn’t immediately turn around and
suck face with Red Hot Rob.
    I’m not even
sure why we call him that. I mean, his body is kinda nice to look
at, but he has this long greasy hair that falls below his shoulder
blades and the colouring of a ginger on an emo kick. Now that I
think about it, it’s like Alice Cooper and Bon Jovi had a love
child. Either that or some terrible nineties rock clip threw up on
him.
    Wow, when did
I turn into such a judgemental bitch?
    The truth is,
I know why I’m cataloguing all Red Hot Rob’s faults and staring
daggers at my best friend, who is so drunk she’s having a hard time
keeping Rob’s tongue in her mouth. The two are swapping spit
outside their mouths and I think I may have just vomited a little
bit in mine.
    I mean, who
does that?
    And while I’m
thinking of things that people don’t usually do—who the hell throws
you up against a brick wall and kisses you senseless, not to
mention the things he did with his hands, and then just walks away
like it never happened? I should show up on his doorstep and demand
he tell me what the hell he thought he was doing.
    I’m so mad I
don’t realise I’m even moving until I hear Holly shout, “Where are
you going?”
    I wave her
off like it’s no big deal and stalk toward the garage. Two of Dad’s
friends try to pull me aside, no doubt to lecture me on my sex
life, but I shrug them off with a half-hearted line about needing
to help the dragon with something inside. Once I clear the front of
the house I dive into the garage, strap on my helmet and walk Bespa
quietly out to the alley.
    I don’t hop
on and start the engine until I’m on Main Street. The truth is, I
shouldn’t be driving. I’m pretty sure that first cup of wine cooler
after Elijah left put me