Page 21 of Spin The Bottle
He licks his lips, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Because I find it hot as fuck every time you roll those pretty green eyes at me.” My throat clamps up as I stare at up at him. “Plus, your supposed dislike isn’t even valid. You don’t even know me.”
I place the beer on the counter, glancing up at him. “I know enough,” I say with a shrug.
“What exactly do you know?”
I tilt my head. “We’d be here all night.”
“Humor me.”
Alright then. I clasp my hands together in front of me, noting how he leans in a little when I do. “You’re a classic playboy. You have the whole school in the palm of your hand, every girl in your bed, and the hot athlete thing clearly works for you. Not to mention you use your talent to get away with anything and everything. And even though you seem charming with that smile and those eyes, you don’t fool me.”
His lips curve into a grin. “I’ve got to be honest. All I heard was that you think I’m hot, talented, and charming.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you would.”
He laughs, filling up another glass. “And you think by that little statement you have me all figured out?”
I give him a shrug. “As much as I need to.”
He shakes his head. “You want to bet how long it will take before you give in?” he asks.
My eyes narrow. “Don’t act like you’re in control. We both know this little game is all on me.”
“And we both know you want me just as bad.” His tongue darts out to lick his lips. “You’re just kidding yourself when you tell me the opposite.”
My throat bobs with the harsh swallow, and I grab my drink to give myself something to do to avoid his lingering eyes, the smile on his lips, and the way he’s absolutely right.
He sets the glass on the counter and eyes me carefully, his lips curved in a smirk. “I really want to ask for your number even though you’ll probably turn me down again.”
I scoff. “I’m not giving you my number.”
Aiden’s eyes narrow a little, his eyes darkening as he pulls closer, leaning forward until there’s a measly few inches between us. “Here’s one thing you don’t know about me, Leila,” he says. “I don’t give up. Ever.” I swallow hard, watching how he follows the movements of my throat before his eyes meet mine again. So blue.
I want to breathe, I do, but… it’s currently stuck in my throat. “There’s also something else,” he says, his eyes dropping to the curve of my lips that are now parted and so dry. I lick them instinctively.
“Yeah?” It comes out raspy, thick with the tension between us. I clear my throat.
He smirks, pulling back completely until I can inhale a much-needed breath. “I never lose,” he says.
That snaps me out of whatever the hell just happened and I clear my throat once more. “I guess you’re going to have to get used to losing,” I tell him. “Because you will this time.”
He tuts. “I’m not so sure about that. You seem to be under the pretense that I’m trying to prove something here, that because you said no, it makes me want you more.” That is exactly what I’m thinking. “But that’s not it at all,” he says. “You fucking intrigue me.” His eyes dip to my lips again. “And I really want to kiss you again. All I need is your number and I’ll make it happen.”
His words blur my vision, making me lose focus. This isn’t who I am. I don’t get nervous or tongue-tied and I definitely don’t let the guy control the situation. I square my shoulders, playing along, and lean in, my eyes focused on his lips. A grin undeniably appears on my lips when I hear his breath hitch, his lips parted slightly.
I take my time to look up at him, staring into his eyes.Focus.“And what will you give me in return?” I ask him, my hand dancing on the counter, getting closer to his shirt.
He lets out a heavy breath. “Whatever you want.”
My fingers get closer to the fabric of his white t-shirt, itching to grab it in my fist. “Anything?” I ask him, my fingers slightly grazing the fabric.
Another shaky breath. “Everything.”
I hum, looking up into his eyes. I know how much guys love looking down at girls, it makes them feel powerful, like they’re in control, but not this time. “That’s too bad,” I mutter. I pull back completely, dropping the act. “I don’t want anything from you.”
He lets out an exhale, turning into a laugh. “The way you were undressing me with your eyes says the opposite,” he says.
I let out a scoff. “You’re delusional.”
