Page 67 of All Your Firsts

She sways as if she hears music while she gives me a grin. Obviously feeling the last shot, she took as much as I did.

I pull my phone out and put a song on. She smiles up at me as she pulls me close. Her body moving against mine feels like foreplay. Rosie knows how to use her body. I realized that thefirst time we danced all those months ago. I don’t think she grasps how alluring she was, and is now. She does it unknowingly, which makes her that much more special.

Rosie burrows her face into my chest and moans. “You always smell so damn good.”

I decide at this moment that drunk Rosie is supreme to any other version of herself for the sole reason of her honesty. I can’t help but eat this shit up.

“What else do you like about me?”

“How you make me feel.”

That... I wasn’t expecting.

“And how do I make you feel?”

“Alive,” she says before bringing her head up to mine. Our lips touch. It’s not rushed or even slow. It’s somewhere in the middle, somewhere I can imagine staying forever.

I grab her by the ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she begins to grind against me. I let out a groan of pleasure. Sweet, torturous pleasure.

She kisses me like she dances. Sensual and enticing. Pulling me deeper under her spell.

I shake my head and pull away. This can’t happen. I won’t be able to stop if I start.

“You should get some sleep. I’ll crash in another room.”

“Don’t leave me in here by myself. What if someone comes in?”

“No one will come in here.”

“How can you be so sure? There’s no lock.”

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead fucking serious.”

“Why?”

“We can’t have a repeat of the other day.”

“Scared you’re going to dry hump me to death?” she asks with a giggle. “I’m sure you have more self-control than that. Look, we’ll put a pillow wall between us.” She throws a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed before plopping down onto the mattress. “See. My virtue you’re so worried about will remain intact.”

She’s fucking mistaken if she thinks her little pillow wall will keep her safe. The Great Wall of China isn’t tall enough to keep her away from me. I walk with tentative steps before lying on the other side of the bed.

She pops up from behind the barrier and looks at me with a sweet smile. “See, not bad at all.”

“Yeah,” I say as I clench my fists at my sides.

I will not touch her.

I will not make this harder on myself.

She isn’t mine to keep.

She looks around my room. It’s pretty sparse. Just a bed and a few dressers. Nothing personal to show who I am as a person. I keep most of my things at home because I only stay here occasionally. I told Trey he could give my room to someone else, but he refused. Sometimes the fucker is sappy and sentimental.

She lies down, and I can feel the tension growing between us. I rub my hand over my face and try to calm my racing thoughts. I shouldn’t have brought her here, especially now that we’re in bed together and drunk. It would be so easy to lean toward her and pull her to my side, the dark side. Then fuck her until the sun comes up.

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