Page 20 of The Cabin

“Oh just go already! Go cozy up to your new friend.” I use air quotes when I say friend. I even consider sticking my tongue out in emphasis.

“She doesn’t wanna cozy up to me,” he drawls. Oh my freaking…

“YES SHE FREAKING –”

“She wants to cozy up toyou.” All my outrage blows out in one long breath. The corner of his mouth turns up.

“What?”

“She asked me to come over here and vouch for her. Introduce you, get you to come over and talk to her.”

“Oh, har har, Grayson. Fuck off.” I turn to return to my new home, the dance floor, but Grayson’s hand grabs mine and very annoying tingles shoot up my arm.

“I’m serious, Sol. Look.” We both turn our heads to the brunette. She reminds me of a cross between Ruby Rose and Kristen Stuart. The modern version, not the Twilight version.

We make eye contact. She nods first in my direction, then to the seat next to her.

I feel a hand on my lower back, not so subtly pushing me in her direction. “Have fun!” he sings, his stupid chuckle following me the rest of the way.

“Hi.” Her smile is much different than Grayson’s. It’s dark and confident and…well, sexy. Grayson has a carefree smile; her smile is all danger.

“Hi,” I say, sliding into the seat next to her. God, what am I doing?

“I’m Jade.” Her head cocks to the side, her gaze running down my body. An eruption of goosebumps marks my skin.

“Sol.” I am guessing that this feeling is what people refer to when they say they’re star struck. I feel star struck. I feel hot-girl struck. Is that a thing?

“You from around here?”Dios,it’s like she’s staring right into my soul.

“No, I live a few hours away. My family has a cabin up here where we used to spend the summers.” My words sound like I’m forcing them while choking at the same time. She studies me. “Uh, what about you?”

“Local, unfortunately. But don’t hold that against me.” Her eyes flash, sending me a thousand messages at once. Wow, now that’s exceptional eye communication.

“I won’t. As long as you don’t hold my dancing skills against me.” I motion towards the dance floor, very aware that I was just recently gyrating out there for who knows how long.

I earn a laugh. “I thought they were great. You were singing pretty loudly out there too. Sounded personal.”

“Yeah, well. Have some things I’d like to forget.” I look down at the discarded straw wrapper I’ve started to fidget with.

Jade leans in to whisper in my ear. “I’m great at helping people forget.” My eyes find hers and all I feel is fire. Down my neck, across my breasts, between my thighs. She’s so close. Her hand slides down my thigh, then down my arm before lacing her fingers through mine. “Dance with me.” Her voice oozes sex. Absolutely drips with it.

She leads me back out on the dance floor, turning me so my back is to her front. Her arms snake around my waist, settling on my hips before she starts to move slowly behind me. Thank god she’s guiding me, moving me exactly how she wants me, because I think I would fall flat on my face without her. My legs feel like jelly. The hand on my left hip slides forward, slipping into my front pocket. (Yes, an actual pair of women’s pants with front pockets! They’re just leggings…but still!) I think I let out an embarrassing, outrageous whimper.

Her nose trails up my neck, her lips back at my ear. “Are you starting to forget yet?” To breathe? Yes. One hundred percent forgot that one.

I feel the scrape of teeth tug against my earlobe and this time I definitely let out a whimper.

Jade turns me once more, pulling us together, her chest rubbing against my now very hard nipples. She loops my arms around her neck, but not before sliding my hands up her sides, just barely missing her breasts before stopping at her shoulders. We’re swaying again, but the added eye contact has me forgetting my own goddamn last name. I’m pretty sure Carrie Underwoodalsohas a song about that…

A hand finds its way just under the hem of my shirt. The other ever so gently grazing my neck, moving up towards my jaw. Her eyes flick down to my lips.Hostia. Oh my fucking god. She’s gonna kiss me. Do I want that? Uh, hell yeah I want that.

Just as she starts to move in, my breath held in anticipation, I hear someone clear their throat. We both look in the direction of the interruption and my eyes narrow.

“Sol, we have to go,” Grayson says, his expression hard.

“I’m kinda busy, you can go if you want,” I say dismissively, but he shakes his head almost immediately.

“I can take her home, don’t worry.” I feel Jade squeeze my hip. I suck in a sharp breath.

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