Page 29 of Four Letter Feelings

“I’ve been looking for you, feather butt.”

Jeremy arched an eyebrow.

Adrianne blushed, took the outstretched cup from the man and took a drink before proceeding to grab him in to a passionate kiss and all but suck his face off. Jeremy expected the pair of horny flamingos to come up for air. When they didn’t, he cleared his throat loudly and said, “Anyone for vomit?”

Adrianne flipped him off from behind Mr. Flamingo’s head, before pushing back slightly so she could talk.

“Be a rainbow, Jer, not a painbow.”

“Wow. The nineties called; they want their Buffy the Vampire Slayer reference back.”

She grinned, flipped him off again, and returned to sucking face with Mr. Flamingo.

As Jeremy stood contemplating getting a refill for his drink, he checked the time and realized it was already much later than he thought. He considered leaving the party, which at this point was just drinking games and people either passed out, or making out. He noticed something moving out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head slowly, he realized that the moving thing was a person and she was standing so close to him that she was touching him. He also realized that despite the black swan costume she was wearing, he was staring directly into the unmistakable eyes of one Ms. Chelsea Davis. She giggled nervously and her eyes darted around as though she didn’t want to be caught doing what she was doing. What she was in fact doing, Jeremy had no idea. Before he could react, her lips were on his and she was kissing him. He didn’t miss a beat, he turned her around so her back was against the wall as he slipped his hand around the back of her neck and held her to him and kissed her.

“Oh, hell no!”

Chelsea jumped as the voice disrupted them, bumping her head against the wall.

“Shit!” she hissed.

“We are leaving, Chels. The time for making out with the Karate Kid is long gone.”

“Hey! You know who I am!”

“Of course I know who you are, I love that movie – it’s a classic. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you get into my friend’s pants right now. It’s time for her to leave.”

Jeremy glanced at Chelsea. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes as she contemplated the situation in front of her, and he was under no illusion that she could feel the pressure in his pants against her body as much as he could. Her friend sensed the hesitation and tugged on her arm.

“C’mon, Chels.”

Please don’t go, he willed her with his eyes.

What the hell is it with this woman? How does she bring out such desperation in you, Lewis?

“Maybe next time, cowboy,” she said, as she pushed herself away from the wall and followed her friend towards the door.

He grabbed her hand before she was out of arm’s reach. “But… You never called!” He reminded her.

“And I’m sure you were simply devastated by that, weren’t you Mr. Lewis?” she drawled sarcastically.

“As a matter of fact, Ms. Davis I—”

“Shhhhhhhh. Not so much for you with the talking,” she purred at him as she took a step towards him and planted her lips against his once again. His hands found her back and pulled her against him, holding her tightly.

She pulled her head back from his and pecked his nose. “I have to go,” she said, nuzzling her forehead against his.

“You don’t,” he answered, willing her to change her mind. “And for what it’s worth I really was kinda disappointed you never called.”

“Just kinda?” she narrowed her eyes to slits, stepped back from him and put her hands on her hips, waiting expectantly.

“Aw shit, Chels.” He nervously ran a hand through his hair. “You’re gonna make me spell it out for you, aren’t you?”

She seemed to enjoy his discomfort just a little too much.

“You, Jeremy Lewis, are a renowned ladies’ man. You can have any woman you want, so yes, I find it hard to believe that you were butthurt that I didn’t call you.”

“I don’t want any woman, Chels. I want you.” He took a step towards her and brushed her long hair out of her face. Running his fingers down her cheek, he used his thumb to tilt her head so she was looking him in the eye. “And I wasn’t butthurt, I was hurt hurt. I like you, Chelsea. I know we have this verbal sparring thing and our, whatever this is, is peppered with sarcasm and innuendo, but I like you and I want to take you out. On a real date. I want to explore this chemistry.”

She put her index finger over his lips and shook her head.

“I can’t.” She sighed. “I can’t love a hockey player again, Jeremy. I can’t go through that heartbreak again. I can’t break my own rules, not even for you… even if you are perty.”

He tried to protest, no one had said anything about the L-word, after all, but her sad and glassy eyes warned him against it. She turned on her heel to leave, paused and, glancing back over her shoulder, she added, “They really were beautiful flowers though, Jer. Thank you.”

With that, she blew him a kiss and once again Jeremy found himself intently watching her backside as she walked away from him. He watched her hips sway as she walked, and wondered just what he could ever do to convince her to give him a chance.

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