Page 38 of Nightmare

He takes a step forward again, his hands dropping back to his sides, “You want to just use my mouth, fingers and cock, then that’s fine with me.”

I laugh again, and step into his space to rub a hand down his chest, “As great as that night was, that’s all it will be. I don’twantround two.”

His dimples pop out on a smirk, “I mean, technically you already did round two.”

I snort, “You know what I mean.”

He tilts his head to the side, his dark eyes watching me, trying to read me once again.

“We can be friends.”

He laughs, “How are you going to friendzone meafterwe hook up?”

I shrug, then hit the elevator button for him to leave, “Think about it. You have my number.”

The doors open with a ding as he shakes his head a little, his mouth twisted into an evil smirk, then he steps into the elevator. “I’ll figure out how to change your mind.”

He points a finger at me and uses the other hand to hit the button he needs on the wall, and I laugh, “I wish you the best of luck.”

The doors start closing so I blow him a kiss and wink before he’s gone from my view.

I pad back into the living room, falling down next to Summer, my face hot and wishing things could be different. I’m fucking sad. I’m sad that I can’t be anything more with him. But I just can’t. And I can’t fuck him up in the process if I decide to try.

Summer wraps her arms around me and strokes my hair, “I was right to interrupt you, right?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course. I don’t want to get attached. You did me a favor.”

She sighs, “I just want you to be happy, Liv. Maybe giving Travis a chance is worth it. You never know what could happen.”

I’m shaking my head before she even finishes her sentence, “I’m not ready.”

Her hands move along the silky hair on top of my head, “Okay, then what do you want to do about it?”

I sigh, “I need to get him out of my system.”

“How are you going to do that?” She questions with a smirk.

I snort, “We’re going to a party in a couple hours. I’m going to get drunk as fuck and rub my titties on someone.”

She laughs like an evil witch, “Oh, Liv.”

Chapter Eighteen

Olivia

I’m drunk.

No, I’m not just drunk. I’m wasted.

White. Girl. Wasted.

Turns out, Devon’s party is absolutelybanginand I have absolutely no problem participating in a chugging contest with a giant ass football player from Summer’s high school.

Keeping it fucking classy.

Summer is swaying next to me, pumping her fist in the air like a member of The Jersey Shore, screaming lyrics to a very questionable Kanye song.

I really hope no one asks me where the fuck I am right now, because I don’t think I could even locate New York on a map.

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