Page 38 of Spin The Bottle
“Well since you’re here,” Rosie’s friend Gabriella says, picking up a can of beer and throwing it at me. “Here.”
I catch it with ease and look down at it. My jaw clenches at the feel of it in my hand. “I’m good,” I say, putting it down on the table. “Training.” It’s easy to blame it on training instead of having to go into a whole spiel about why I don’t drink.
“Ugh,” Gabi groans. “Athletes and their rigorous diets.” She shakes her head. “I couldn’t do it. I love chicken nuggets too much.”
I let out a laugh. I like that girl. She’s funny. Too bad the only girl I came in here to see is avoiding me like the plague. She’s sat on the edge of the couch, sipping on her beer without a care in the world, like we didn’t hook up last night and she left in the middle of the night.
I watch as she glances at me for a second, meets my eyes and snaps her head back into position. “Is this a slumber party?” I ask them.
“We’re watching a rom-com,” Rosie says. “We never got to celebrate me moving in.”
A groan leaves me before I can stop it. “Yeah, on second thought, I have a lot to do. See you, ladies.” I close the living room door behind me and head upstairs, getting into the shower.
Our whole house back home could fit into my room here. One single small as fuck toilet and a shower that I barely fit into. And now, here I am in a big ass stand-in shower with huge glass panels. It blows my mind how just a few years ago, I was living so differently.
I turn off the water and climb out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist.
“I was beginning to think we had scared you off.” I blink, seeing Leila in my room, on my bed. She’s sat on the edge, staring up at me. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen, dropping to my body, water still dripping on my skin.
“I’m not easily scared off,” I tell her, drying my hair with one towel, while holding onto the other. I watch her eyes dip to the deep-set v cut of my abs, my dick merely a few inches below it. Her throat bobs as she gulps and then she looks back up at me. “Didn’t think you wanted to see me again.”After you ran off.
“I don’t.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
She frowns, biting the inside of her cheek. “I don’t know.”
She’s trying so hard. So fucking hard to act like she doesn’t want me, like she didn’t enjoy last night, and she wouldn’t want to do it all over again. I know that’s a lie. I shake my head, trying not to laugh at how much she’s fighting with herself over this. “What would your friends think if they found you in here?” I ask her, raising my brow.
She shrugs. “I told them I was using the bathroom.”
“There’s a bathroom downstairs.” She looks away from me, staring down at the ground. It’s weird, seeing her act shy and speechless around me. I don’t like it. “What are you doing here, Leila?” She glances up at me, her lips parted like she wants to say something, but nothing comes out. She presses her lips together and looks away again. I approach her on the bed, her breath hitching when I rub my thumb over her chin, lifting it so she can look at me. “I want to see you again.”
“You’re seeing me right now.”
I smirk, letting my knuckles graze the soft skin of her cheek. “Not in the way I want to see you.”
She shakes her head and stands up from the bed, putting distance between us and clears her throat. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Why not?” I ask, taking a step closer to her.
“Because,” she says, stepping back, “I don’t do repeats.”
I stop in my tracks, my brows furrowing as I look at her, trying to make sense of what she just said. “You don’t do repeats?”
“Yes.” She crosses her arms. “We had a good night, but that’s enough for me.”
Enough for her? I haven’t been able to stop thinking of every detail of last night. Her soft body, her hands all over my skin, and she’s telling me one night was enough for her?
“That’s not going to work for me,” I tell her shaking my head. “I want to see you again, Leila.”
She laughs, the sound hitting me in the chest. “Why? We both got what we wanted last night. Now we can go our separate ways.”
I take a step, crowding her. I hear her sharp intake of her breath and it fills me with memories of last night. Every glorious sound she made. “If you think I got what I wanted, you’re dead wrong.”
Her throat moves as she gulps, looking up at me. She licks her lips quickly, dropping her head. “We were both drunk, Aiden. It was just a hook-up.”
“I wasn’t.”
