“Vodka and Ryan. Does he know he’s number two now?” I giggle. She and Ryan have been dating since seventh grade. They’re inseparable.
“Yeah, he’s had his lips around the Captain all night. I don’t know how we’ll even be able to walk straight getting home. Now go, find your ‘date.’” She shoves me away and tells me to have fun.
Pushing my way through my friends, I head to the bathroom to wait for him outside the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Tommy. Thing is, though, he’s not alone. He has Shelly Dayton pressed against the wall, making out with her.
As I watch them kiss, I feel nothing. I should be mad. This bastard was dancing and touching me all night and now he's swapping spit with another girl. I roll my eyes at how quickly Shelly parted her lips for him, and I'm sure she'll be parting her legs next.
Whatever.
I knew he was a douche, but is it so wrong that I wanted just to feel special for one night? That I could keep some guy's attention, that he could be interested in me, and maybe get a goodnight kiss?
What’s wrong with me?
Disappointed, I turn back around to head for the drink table. I’m paying more attention to the floor and run into a wall of muscle that smells like old spice and spring rain.
Colin grabs my arms and pushes me back, laughing. “Woah there. You should look where you're walking. How much have you had to drink?”
“Enough. Why do you care?” I spit and wiggle out of his hold.
“Because I care about you.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
Yeah, okay, you proved that yesterday so nicely.
“Whatever.” I snort. Though my angry body betrays me when sparks ignite on my skin from his touch.
“I’m sorry about earlier. You do look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I mutter, wanting to get away from him. Now he’s someone I want to be mad at, so I can forget him. But god, he smells good. I’m finding that my body and feet don’t listen to my brain and I move a little bit closer for a sniff.
But in my drunken state, I run my nose against his chest, instead of inhaling the air around him.
“What are you doing?” Colin laughs and squeezes my nose, pulling up my head. He gives my nose a good honk before releasing it.
My cheeks are on fire and I’m thankful it’s dark down here. Come on Abby, snap out of it. Find an excuse to why you nearly bit into him for smelling like heaven.
“Something stinks, and I thought it was you,” I snark with a smirk. I’m thankful even with drinks in my system my smart mouth prevails.
“Is that so?”
I nod and cross my arms. “Yep,” I answer, popping the ‘p.’ “Now, what are you doing here again?”
“I thought I was invited.”
“I didn’t expect you to show. Thought you had plans.”
“I did, and I finished early. I also wanted to give you something.” He gives that all-American boy smile, “I realized yesterday I never got you anything for your birthday. How inconsiderate of me, right?” He grips my chin, shaking my head back and forth, playfully. Something he used to do with me before things got all weird between us.
“You got me a present?”
Swoon. I’m still hurt about yesterday, but knowing he got me something after everything, helps ease the pain a little.
He goes to reach in his pocket when Tamara comes rushing into me and nearly tumbles the both of us over. “Abbs, I can't believe he did that to you…” she slurs.
“What are you talking about?” I shake my head. She has the worst timing; the sinful asshole in front of me was about to give me a gift.
“Tommy, of course. Making out with Shelly when he was all over you tonight.”
“I knew he was a douchebag,” Colin growls. “I should’ve interrupted when he had his hands all over you.”
What the fuck?
“Oh, so now you want to act like some big brother figure?” I snarl, my disappointment and anger returning.
Tamara's mouth hangs open catching flies at the God before her. “This is your step-brother?” She points at him and licks her lips. None of my friends have met him yet. Victor doesn’t even hang “family” pictures to gloat, for them to see, even if they did come over. Mom isn't even allowed to hang the one of me when I was six and won ‘Little Miss Delaware.’
And I was damn cute, too. The prick.
“Yum-my. Damn. You lucky bitch. I’m Tamara.” She bats her eyes way too hard and moves towards him to shake his hand.
Oh, hell no. If I can’t have him you can’t either, sis. I pull her back to me and shake my head at her. “I think it’s time for everyone to go.”
This man still has a gift to give me and after what Tommy did, I’m realizing I’m sick of everyone now.
“That’s why he’s here now; because I promised to have everyone out by eleven-thirty. I’m going to make him the pit bull to make sure everyone leaves.”
“Woof!” Colin playfully barks, and Tamara falls into a fit of stupid hussy giggles.
I push her away from him before she loses the rest of her dignity. “Go!” I move to follow behind her, when a hand wraps around my elbow, pulling me back.
“So, was he the guy you were going to give it up for?” Colin’s eyes darken, pinning me down in his—anger? Maybe Jealousy? No, I’m not that lucky.
“Get off me.” I try to wiggle out of his hold and he drops his hand, releasing my elbow. “If you must know, it was nobody. I thought I liked him, but I was wrong. I’m not even upset by it.”
There’s someone I'd much rather have, anyway.
“Well, good.” There’s a look that passes through his eyes, but I’m lost at trying to place it. Maybe it’s just the alcohol making my vision and my mind loopy. “Let me help you get rid of everyone.”
It takes about twenty minutes to herd everyone out. Well, almost everyone. Tommy remains, standing in the door, giving me some lame fake pout.
“Abby?” He moves towards me, holding his arms out, and I step back from him.
“What?”
“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Tamara told me you saw me kissing Shelly. I thought she was you.”
Does he expect me to believe that pile of shit?
“Really?” I laugh, feeling my confidence rise from how little I felt earlier. “It’s not that dark and no matter how foggy your beer goggles are, there’s no way Shelly and I look alike. I’m taller, blonder, and, well, prettier. Nice try, thanks for playing.”
“I mean it, Abby. I do like you, but you just come off—prudish. And Shelly well, she goes all the way.” He shrugs like the arrogant pig he is.
“Wow. Well, I would rather be a prude then riddled with STD’s. You can go now.” I point to the door behind him.
Thank God, I didn’t lock lips with this loser.
“Wait! I didn’t mean it like that.” He backpedals and inches closer to me, pleading.
“Then how did you mean it?” Colin snarls, draping his arm over my shoulders. Tommy’s mouth flaps open and closed, but nothing comes out. “That’s what I thought. Why don’t you do what she says and leave before I make you.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Tommy spits, finding his words. He pushes back his shoulders, trying to act big and bad, but instead looks like an idiot.
“Don't worry about who I am. Get the fuck out! Or do you need help finding the door?” Colin drops his arm from around me and takes a step forward, his nostrils flaring, ready to attack.
“Whatever. Good luck trying to get between those thighs.” Tommy waves his hand, dismissing Colin’s threat, but is wise and turns to leave, slamming the door behind him.
Don’t worry, he'll have zero problems. All he has to do is ask.
Colin slips an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him, and brushes my cheek with the back of his hand.
Like in many of the romance books I've read, it’s true when they say if two people are attracted to each other and they touch, there are sparks and this he
ated energy surrounding them. My body is on fire and I have to squeeze my legs together from the excitement tingling down below.
“You okay? He seemed like a real prize.” He snorts with a roll of his eyes.
“You live and learn.” I shrug, glancing up at him. Feeling brave I run my finger down his chest, ready to admit my true feelings for him. “Plus, it's not like he was the one I want.”
His blue eyes darken again, making the raging inferno that's going on in my body, turn me into a melted pile of goo. He runs his thumb over my lips and I close my eyes and pucker my lips to it. “Who is it that you want?”
If it was possible, I swear his husky voice just shredded my panties, and stopped my heart at the same time.
I’m dead.
Yep. I think I'm dead.
The words are lost. Three letters that spell you is all I have to say, but they're suddenly not in my vocabulary.
When I open my eyes again he's looking away from me and his hands slip away from my body. The inferno has frozen over.
The moment of being in heaven is over. I was so close, but dummy me didn't jump on him...err…it.
“Listen, I'll help you clean up in the morning. It's the least I could do for missing your party.”
“Thanks, but you don’t have to. I’m sure you have better things to do.” I back away to calm my racing heart and throw a couple of cups into the trash. Though as I look around the destroyed basement, I decide he’s right to leave this until the morning.
“Nah, it’s Sunday. Plus, I don’t need you dealing with my father’s rage if it isn’t sparkling clean.”
“Fine. If you really want because I don’t want to deal with your father period.”
He sighs, a look of guilt flashing in his eyes. “I'm sorry about him. He's always had a temper.”
“Has he hit you before?”
He rubs the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable with the question. “Yeah, but it's no big deal.”
“It is a big deal,” I argue. “Why would you want to come back and live here? To deal with it.”
“I had my reasons,” he says simply, and I shake my head, wondering how anything could make him want to stay and hang out with Satan.
“What? What’s here for you to do in crappy New Castle, Delaware if you’re not going to college?”
“You…”
And there’s the word that I couldn’t say. But he can’t be serious…is he serious? Is my dream coming true?
“Me?” I whisper.
“Yeah, you.” He stalks over to me and grabs my chin. “I’ve been trying to stay away from you. Do what's right and avoid you. I really fucking should, but I can’t.”
His lips hover over mine and this is it. The moment that’s been brewing for over a year. He’s going to kiss me. My heart hammers, butterflies form in my stomach, waiting to explode for this perfect magical moment.
Though the magic moment shatters like a snow globe hitting the floor, when his hand slips away from my chin, and his hot breath no longer tickles my skin.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he stresses and yanks on his hair.
“Why? I want you too.” I say, my filter gone. He’s not getting away from me this fast.
“Abigail, we can’t.”
“Give me one good reason why the fuck not?” I snap, and my fist clench at my sides.
“You’re sixteen and I’m going to be twenty in four months.”
“So the fuck what? Age only matters if your cheese and I happen to know plenty of people that have bigger age gaps.”
“It’s different, plus you’re my step-sister.”
“Oh,” I let out a sarcastic laugh, “now I'm your step-sister? Wasn’t it yesterday you told me you weren’t my brother? Give me a break.”
“Our parents would kill us and you know it.”
I snort in reply. “You really think I care what they think? And you can’t tell me that you do.” I stomp my foot and cross my arms. He can’t do this to me…tease me like he has and then try to walk away.
“Stop being a brat, Abbs,” he hisses, but I can see his resolve slipping.
“I will, when you fucking kiss me,” I hiss back.
“You drive me insane. I’m trying to do the right thing. If we get together, we’ll be shunned, and I’m sure my father would kick my ass and your mother would put you into boarding school.”
“Why can’t you do the wrong thing?” I step in front of him and splay my hand over his chest. He grabs my wrist and thrusts himself hard into me. His free hand snakes along my back, grabbing a handful of my ass, and now I’m certain, that he’s erect, since it’s poking me in my stomach.
His nose brushes mine and his blue eyes blaze into my hazels. “You’re a pain in the ass,” he says and his tone is gruff as he squeezes my ass, hard.
“I think right now that’s you.”
He smirks, and before I can say another word, his lips finally land on mine. My lips part and I let his tongue slip into my mouth. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
This might be wrong, but all I know is I never want it to end.
His lips are so inviting, soft, and sweet, tasting of grape soda. Which doesn’t surprise me, since he’s addicted to it, and I’m finding I want to suck the flavor from his tongue. I push myself harder against his body, and my nails trail up his neck, into his hair and tug, trying to hold myself up. The intensity of his kiss is making my legs feel like jello now, and they wobble with barely any strength to hold me.
I moan when he grips my ass harder and all I want him to do right now is save me from falling and carry me to his bed.
Though it doesn’t happen.
Colin fists my hair and pulls me away from his mouth, leaving my mouth parted, wanting more. I lean towards him, but he releases me and backs away.
“What are you doing, why are you stopping?” I’m confused as to why he’s leaving me hanging. I'm not done yet.
“Goodnight, Abigail.” He kisses my cheek and spins on his heels to the steps.
“Goodnight?” I go after him and grab his hand, making him turn back to me. “What do you mean goodnight?”
“I mean, goodnight and get some sleep, beautiful.” He moves my hand to his lips and lays a kiss on my knuckles. “I'll see you in the morning.” With a wink, he drops my hand and moves back towards the stairs.
My jaw drops in utter disbelief that he would kiss and run. Are we pretending this didn't happen now? “Don't you think we should talk? Or kiss some more?” I offer, hoping and praying he’ll pick option two. Because fuck talking.
“In the morning. Go to bed.”
“Come with me.” I bat my eyes, the same sweet way I do when I ask my dad for something. He falls for my doe eyes all the time. Colin should too, but all he does is laugh at me and jog up the stairs.
My body sags in defeat. Everything I’ve wanted is now slipping away upstairs, making me feel like a giant loser.
He stops at the top of the stairs and calls out to me, “Goodnight, Abigail.” Then he's gone.
Bastard.
Maybe he's joking and wants me to follow? Only one way to find out. I take the stairs two at a time and make it to his bedroom door and knock several times in rapid succession.
“Bed, Abigail,” he yells through the closed door. I wiggle the handle. But he locked it.
“Really?” I slam my fist against the door. “Asshole.” Giving up, I go to my room before I start acting like a crazed, psycho girlfriend.
But I'm not his girlfriend, so I'd just be some crazy bitch.
In my room, I slam my door, pissed. I can’t believe he left me all worked up and needy for his mouth, along with some other magical body parts.
I slip off my dress and move to my bathroom. Turning on the hot water of my shower, I hope to clean this day off me and help melt the stress Colin just threw on my shoulders.
It doesn't work because the whole time under the heated jets my mind won’t shut up. What happens now
? Am I a bad kisser and that’s why he bolted for the door? I need answers, but is he going to give them to me before he flakes on me again?
With the questions still spinning around in my head, I dress and make my way to bed. I don't make it far when I see a black velvet box on my pillow, with a folded sheet of paper under it.
My gift.
I dive across the purple sheets and open the note first, which is the answer to all my questions.
I'm glad our parents got together
because it led me to you. -C
Simple, sweet, and perfect.
I open the jewelry box and reveals a necklace with a dolphin pendant made of sapphires and diamonds. A grin breaks out on my face, knowing he remembered—after only telling him once—how much I love dolphins. I take it out of the box and hook it around my neck.
I'm flying high again. The night where I thought everything had gone wrong, is now all kinds of right. I grab my phone and text him how much I love his gift and tuck myself under my blankets, the exhaustion finally hitting me.
My phone beeps with his returned message.
Colin:
Go to bed, Abigail.
Jerk face.
I growl at my phone but resist texting him back. When I go to lay it back down on my nightstand it buzzes again.
Colin:
By the way, you looked incredibly sexy tonight, and tomorrow I'll show you how much you affected me. Now sleep.
I somehow manage to listen to him and fall asleep.
“Abigail…” My name is whispered into my ear.
Strong arms wrap around my waist, and wet kisses litter my neck and shoulder. I hum contently and cuddle deeper into the inviting warm body. There’s a deep, primal, groan in my ear and a nip on my earlobe, causing me to squirm, and goosebumps to prickle on my skin. I don't think I've ever had a dream feel this real before, and make my body come so alive.
I moan and wiggle my hips. Something hard and stiff pokes me in the ass and my eyes flutter open, realizing this isn't a dream. The smell of a fresh rain on a warm day wafts through my nose and it tells me this is everything I’ve been hoping for.
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