Page 5 of No One Else

Stillness overtakes me, shock coursing through my veins as people continue to dance around us. Is he suggesting he would do those things?

I look up at him gazing steadily back at me, his features so familiar yet curiously new. Is he aware of this attraction the same as I am?

I step in closer, dancing again, Evan joining me effortlessly, our bodies in rhythm together like we dance all the time. It shouldn’t surprise me he’s a good dancer. He’s one of the best trainers we have at the gym, with a client schedule that’s regularly booked a month out. He’s in perfect control of his body.

His hands wrap around my waist, my palms moving of their own volition up his chest till they’re intertwined behind his neck.

I can’t stop staring at his lips. How soft they look. Like he knows how to use them.

And if there was anyone I would have a rebound kiss with, it should be with someone I trust, someone I feel safe with. Evan isn’t some gross womanizer. He would be respectful, have my best interests at heart.

Geez, how hard am I trying to convince myself?

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol from earlier, or the atmosphere of the club, or just the way he’s looking at me with appreciation in his eyes, but I impulsively stretch up on my tiptoes, pulling his head down till his mouth meets mine, our lips lightly brushing.

He pulls back for a second, gazing down at me in awe, then comes down again, harder, kissing me with what feels like his whole body, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other spread across my back, bringing me tight against him.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never experienced this kind of... what was the word he used? Worship.

The instant attraction, the insane rush of lust. Where is all this coming from?

And what does it mean?

2

Evan

––––––––

THE MOMENT OUR LIPStouch, I’m done for.

I have my dream girl in my arms, the one I’ve spent over a year fantasizing about, ever since the first day she walked into the gym. I’d been drawn to her immediately, a moth to a flame. Her energy, her intellect, her vitality. Her smile was infectious. Her positivity never failed to put me in a good mood. It didn’t hurt too that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. Thick, chocolate brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a myriad of freckles across the bridge of her nose I desperately wanted to kiss.

But right now I’m focused on her mouth. The one she willingly kissed me with, at her initiation. It’s everything that’s been missing from my life. Everything I’ve wanted and more.

I groan, licking my way in further, the hesitant touch of her tongue against mine firing me up. The crowd presses against us, giving me an excuse to get even closer, running a hand down her back to draw her flush with my body, every soft part of her against my hardness.

---