Page 72 of The Red Zone
Our lips found each other again, and he slowly forced my mouth open, gliding our tongues against each other. I wasn’t generally one for public displays of affection, but right now, I couldn’t have cared less.
If people wanted to watch as he skimmed his hands over my body, pulling me close to him with that dominating grip that drove me crazy, so be it. Oh? They want to watch as he explores my mouth with his tongue, instead? Then let them watch.
“Come home with me,” he rasped, both of us panting as he pulled back. He nudged his hips forward, grinding his length against my stomach, and it wasalmostenough to tempt me. But the night was still young. I had people to dance with, songs to sing, and copious amounts of beer to drink.
“But I was just starting to have fun.” I glanced over at Bobby who was eyeing us like a hawk.
“I don’t like this… you, talking with him.” His jaw clenched. “I don’t like it one fucking bit. The guy’s a creep.”
“Wait… are you jealous?”
October stared at me blankly with a fire ignited behind his eyes and his jaw clenched tightly. He pulled me in closer with the hand he had on the small of my back before sliding it down to grab a healthy handful of my ass.
“Oh, my god. Youarejealous.” There was a hint of amusement in my voice that I couldn’t hide no matter how hard I tried.
“Extremely,” he bit out, grabbing my hand, trying to lead me down the long, dark hallway to our right. “Let’s go.”
“I can’t do that. I’m hanging out with Bobby.” My feet stayed planted in place.
“Like fuck you are.”
He wassojealous. And God, it was so fucking hot.
A cheeky smile transformed my face. “You’re hot when you’re jealous.”
“I didn’t like seeing that guy’s hand on you. He was toying around with you like some kind of fuck toy. Not only was it disgusting, but I’m not exactly the biggest fan of other people trying to flirt with you either.”
His claims were bit dramatic considering the guy had his hand on my hip for all of two seconds before I left him in the dust, but I wasn’t in the mood to argue.
“Are you that I’m yours?”
“What if I was?” His gaze was locked on my lips.
“I’d think you were drunk.”
“People have always said that drunk words are sober thoughts.”
“They also say that there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I added. “How true do you think that one is?”
October’s lips turned up into a seductive smile as he poked his tongue into his cheek.
People threw around that saying all the time, and typically, I wasn’t one who based my thought processes off of mainstream sayings, but then again, I guess I never realized how much truth was in that expression until I experienced it first-hand.
What people failed to give direction on, though, was what a person was supposed to do when the lines became so blurred, they couldn’t discern between the two emotions anymore?
Was I in love with October? I didn’t think so. Not yet, at least.
Was I headed in that direction faster than I could comprehend, though? Undeniably.
“You should stop drinking,” he scolded, although I’d lost the drink in my hand somewhere along the way. Maybe back by the pinwheels? Oh, well. It wasn’t like I was going to go back for it.
“I can assure you that I’m perfectly safe and nowhere close to being drunk, but thank you for your concern, though.” I tipped up my chin, giving him a smug smile before turning to walk away. “See you in the morning?” I called over my shoulder, not caring enough to perk up my ears enough to hear whatever nonsense he was mumbling to himself.
We both knew I’d be falling asleep in his bed tonight, but what was the crime in toying with him just ateeny tinybit? After all these years of provoking him, I couldn’t let him think that he was finally getting the upper hand.
TWENTY-SIX
OCTOBER
