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Chapter One
Taylor
New Years Evetwo yearsago…
If you wereto ask me what my perfect man would look like, I would tell you that the man I’m currently staring at across the room would be him. Tall, slim, obviously fit and wrapped in a slim fit grey suit. Perfectly styled caramel hair with a sharp jawline and full, kissable lips—lips I could kiss for hours. I lose myself in my imagination as I stare at hismouth.
I have no idea who this guy is, but my gaydar is telling me it’s game on. That, plus the fact I know he’s aware of my attention. He may be stood next to a stunning curvy blonde, but I can see from here he’s not interested in her. From what I can tell, he’s trying to look like he is, but his eyes keep flicking over to me every so often. Each time our eyes connect, I can’t help the butterflies that erupt in mystomach.
I want to spend the night with thisman.
If I’m honest, I think I could spend the rest of my life looking at him; he’s perfect. And trust me, that isn’t something I say lightly. I’ve vowed to never have ‘forever’ withanyone.
After another glance at me, I watch him place his hand on the small of the woman’s back as he whispers something in her ear. She looks up at him and smiles. I see she’s almost as stunning as him when I catch a glimpse of her face. She’s pretty fuckable. Not in the way he is, though. She could warm my bed for a night and I wouldn’t think twice about her after she left. Him, though…fuck me, I wanthim.
I watch as he walks towards the toilet but, finding the door locked, changes direction and heads out of theroom.
I stay where I am for a minute before following. Lilly is distracted talking to her sister, so I slip away unnoticed. Spending New Year’s Eve with my best friend and her family isn’t exactly what I had in mind for tonight, but when she told me her boyfriend had bailed on her, I couldn’t say no to her sad little face. I’m hoping this evening may just be looking upnow.
When I get out to the hallway, I look at the two sets of stairs. Knowing there’s only a bedroom and en suite downstairs, I opt for heading to the top floor. After opening a couple of doors and finding only bedrooms, I find myself in front of the final door up here. Slowly, I push the handle down, but to my disappointment, the door doesn’t open. I know he’sinside.
I stand back against the wall andwait.
After watching this guy for the last couple of hours, my patience is wearing a little thin, but the memory of those lips reminds me I’d probably wait forever to get a taste ofhim.
After a minute, I hear the toilet flush and then the tap run. My excitement builds as I wait for him to appear. It’s like time slows down as I hear the lock being turned and then the door being pulledopen.
I take a deep breath andwait.
“I knew it was you,” he says after a couple of seconds. “I was hoping you might followme.”
The knowledge that he came up here on purpose seriously excites me. “Why’sthat?”
“Because you’ve been eye fucking me for the last two hours and it’s driving me crazy,” he says, so seriously I have no idea if I’ve pissed him off or if he liked it. He slowly takes a step towards me before continuing with what he was saying. “I don’t think anyone has ever managed to turn me on quite so much from the other side of theroom.”
I let out the breath I was holding as his words settle in my brain. It’s obvious he’s a little drunk, but I don’t think he’s had enough to not know what he’s doing rightnow.
“So what do you say, stranger?” he says as he steps right up in front ofme.
“I say fuck yes,” I announce before bringing my hand up to the back of his head and pulling his lips tomine.
Although he’s obviously keen, it takes a second for him to react to me. It’s only a second though before his lips open for me and I feel his weight pressing me back into thewall.
I was right. Those lips cankiss.
* * *
Present
“Taylor, we’re here,”I hear somewhere in thedistance.
I feel warmth across my check a second before his scent fills my nose. I’d know it’s him anywhere. It’s like his body talks tomine.
I feel a pull across my chest and it hurts like fuck. I suck in a breath as the pressure goes away. Memories of this afternoon slam into me and I go to open my eyes, only they won’t open—not more than a millimetre ortwo.
“Shit, sorry. Come on, we’rehere.”
His face is still right in front of mine but his usual carefree look is long gone. Instead, he looks stressed and worried. Is it awful of me to feel ecstatic that he looks that way because of me? It’s nice to know he does care. He puts so much effort into trying to be unaffected by me but I know it’s all an act. It’s why I haven’t ever given up onhim.
