Page 15 of Spin The Bottle
He tuts, leaning in closer. “Not conceited, baby. Just confident.”
“If she won’t kiss you, I will.” A girl beside him says, glaring at me. I look to Aiden, raising my brow, seeing if he’ll take the bait, but he doesn’t even look at her.
He tilts his head, looking amused. “It’s just a kiss,” he says with that husky voice of his. “I promise it won’t get you pregnant.” He smirks. “I know I’m good, but—”
“Seriously?” I laugh. “You really can’t accept that I just don’t like you?”
“And you can’t finish the game and kiss me?” Those words on his lips have my breath hitching in my throat. I can tell he notices because his smile widens, eyes dipping down to my mouth. Is this really happening?
“Just kiss him,” Madi says, making me rip my eyes from Aiden and to her. Her long legs are crossed as she shrugs, her plump red lips lifting in a smirk. “He’ll never shut up if you don’t.”
“Listen to your friend,” Aiden coaxes. My head snaps to the man in front of me. Did he get closer? “She knows what she’s talking about.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you even remember my name?”
He licks his bottom lip once again, making my eyes drift down to them. “Of course I do, Leila,” he emphasizes, making me look at his eyes instead of his lips. “Did you just want to hear me say it?” he teases. “You can hear me say it all you want. Just kiss me first.”
I want to scorn him for being such an arrogant piece of work. I want to say it will never happen. I want to say something, but instead, I lean in.
Dios. I’m going to regret this.
6
Make a move
I really wish I could say I feel guilty about kissing Leila. My stomach should be churning, riddled with guilt. I should pull away and tell her I can’t do this. It should feel wrong, bad. But the last thing I feel is guilt.
It’s hard to feel bad when her pink, plump lips meet mine in a soft kiss. The way she allows my mouth to move over hers, so in sync, letting our lips get tangled as she returns the kiss. Holy fuck. I bite back a moan when her tongue swipes over my lip, sliding in my mouth.
My hands press deeper into the floor, leaning into her, tempted to pull her flush to me. I want to feel the way her breath gets caught in her lungs; I want to slip my hands into her hair and feel her body close to mine. I want to slide my tongue inside her mouth and taste her. I want to deepen this kiss, but before I can do any of that, I feel her pull away from me.
“Wha—”
I open my eyes, suddenly reminded of the circle of people surrounding us that just watched that kiss. I was so lost in the moment I completely forgot we had an audience.
My fingers reach up, grazing against my lips, still feeling her on them, still tasting her. Shit. That was a good kiss.
“Well.” Grayson clears his throat. “That was something.”
“I’ve had better,” Leila replies, her eyes on the ground.
I’ve had better?
I let out a bitter laugh, running my tongue over my bottom lip. “That’s bullshit.”
Her head snaps up, red coating her face. There’s no way she didn’t like it. I know she felt as affected as I did by that kiss.
She shrugs. “You’re a bad kisser, Aiden. Hate to break it to you.”
Whispers fill the room as I process what she’s telling me. “I’m a bad kisser?” I ask her in disbelief. “Never had any complaints before.”
She rolls her eyes at me. Fuck, why do I find that so sexy? “That’s because they just wanted to hook up with the captain of the basketball team. A bunch of yes men telling you what you want to hear. I’m not one of them.”
Yeah, I can see that.
This is going to be so much harder than I thought.
She turns her head to face her friend. “You owe me,” she says, her friend snickering when Leila stands. “I need a drink.” She doesn’t even acknowledge me when she walks out of the room.
