ass. I wrap one leg around his, craving more
contact, wanting to ease the ache I’m feeling. He gets hard as my body rubs
against his. He moans as I grind up against him and kisses me harder. I move my
mouth to his shoulder and nibble at his flesh. I’ve never felt more aroused or
been this forward. I feel as though could kiss him every day and never tire of
the way our mouths and bodies fit together. His grip tightens, and I know he
must be feeling it too.
“You’re so beautiful. You feel so good.” He knots his
fingers in my hair and kisses me again.
Just then, I hear the worst possible sound. The emergency
door opens and Ben is standing there.
Jason and I break away from our kiss and all the blood rushes
to my cheeks.
“Uh…whoops. Shit. Uh, Jay? Skye’s
puking and Alana wants me to drive them back to their apartment. Claire, Lydia
told me to ask you if you want a ride.”
“Yeah, yes. Thanks.”
“I’ll be out front,” Ben says.
Thankfully, he puts the doorstop down, so Jason and I will
be able to re-enter the building the way we came out. The reality of what I’ve
just done sinks in. I made out with a guy I just met , behind a bar, while his girlfriend is in the
bathroom puking. I look up at him, expecting to see that pained expression in
his eyes again, this time from regret over what we’ve just done—but it’s not
there.
He’s pressing his fingers to his lips and underneath them is
a sexy grin. I know he was as turned on as I was because I felt it, but this is
wrong. I’m not this kind of girl. I don’t kiss boys I just met and I’m not a
boyfriend stealer.
“I’m sorry I did that,” I stammer, pulling away. “I didn’t
mean to kiss you. I mean, I shouldn’t have done that. You have a girlfriend. I
can’t believe I just did that. I’m so sorry.”
His face falls and his hand drops to his side. “Wait,
Claire. Wait a minute…”
“I’m sorry!” I turn and run back into the bar.
I shuffle through the crowd and out the front door. I climb
into the front of Alana’s jeep, and
when I look in the backseat I see
her holding Skye’s head in her lap, her blonde hair splayed everywhere. Skye
groans and Alana rolls her eyes at me.
* * * *
After we drop them off, it’s just me and Ben. I feel the
awkward silence and I want to say something, but I don’t know what. Ben speaks
first.
“Listen, I’m not gonna say
anything about what I saw. I’m not sure why Jason’s even with Skye. I don’t
think he really likes her. It’s not my business, and I’m not getting involved
in this.”
“Okay, thanks. I feel awful.”
“Do not feel bad, Claire. I don’t condone cheating or
anything, but I’ve known Jason for years, and I’ve never seen him look
at a girl the way he looked at you tonight.”
I don’t really know what to say. I’m flattered, overwhelmed
and embarrassed all at the same time. I thank Ben for the ride and he drops me
at my apartment. Lydia is still out with Kat, and I change, brush my teeth, and
crawl into bed. As soon as I close my eyes, I see Jason’s beautiful face and my
mind picks up where our bodies left off…
My hands are pressed up against a brick wall. Jason is
behind me, pressing his body into mine. One of his hands is cupping my breast
under my shirt; the other is shoved into the front of my unbuttoned jeans…
I open my eyes. I’m tangled in my sheets and sweating. I
look over and see Lydia peeking through the door.
“You okay, Claire? Did you have a bad dream?”
“No, I’m fine. I’m okay, thanks.”
I roll over and sigh. It definitely was not a bad dream. I lie still for a moment trying to recover, then sit up in bed and look
out the window.
It’s morning. Streams of rain run down the glass. As I watch
the rain fall, I think about last night. I don’t know what came over me. Seeing
Jason for the first time …feeling that connection…
He said I was beautiful, twice. He bought me a drink, we had
eye sex, and we made