I quickly moved away from Scarlet and finished dancing with the same girl I'd been with all night until the song ended. I told her I needed to use the bathroom and that I'd meet up with her later. Too bad she had no idea that I was lying. I didn't have the energy to care. All I could think about was how I needed to talk to Scarlet and how she was waiting in the women's bathroom for me.
Breaking through the crowd on the dance floor, I made it to the hallway that led to the bathrooms. Looking around to make sure no one noticed me, I slowly pushed open the door to the women's bathroom.
Scarlet's hand shot out and pulled me in quickly, reminding me of the first time she'd done that when I'd snuck up to her room on Halloween night.
"Hurry," she whispered, pushing me into the one large stall. Locking it behind her, she turned to face me. "What's so urgent that you're willing to risk our cover? This is extremely dangerous. We can't know for sure that no one saw you come in here after me."
I took in her face and only saw worry there—worry for me. Was she not affected at all by me dancing with that half naked girl? Was I the only one who didn't like seeing someone else's hands all over their significant other? Or was I just overreacting?
But then the image of her head on the guy's shoulder, eyes closed in what looked like ecstasy, with his hands on her and his mouth close to her neck, and I remembered exactly why I wanted to talk to her.
"What's so urgent? Oh, I don’t know, maybe how you were enjoying being way too close to that douchebag," I said, my voice rising.
The look of worry on her face vanished, replaced by a look of exasperation. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?" Her loud voice echoed off the bathroom walls.
"No," I said, matching her level. "His hands were all over you, and you looked like you were seconds away from leaving with him tonight."
She crossed her arms under her chest, making her breasts look even more amazing in that black dress. "Let me get this straight," she bit out. "You get to have women all over you every time you go out, but I can't dance with a guyonetime? In the past month I've lost track of how many women you've had to be with to appease our audience. I've never spent any time with a guy other than you before tonight. So spare me the whole we-need-to-talk speech."
"It's different."
Her brows rose high, and she moved her hands to her hips. "It's different?" she ridiculed. "Bless your heart. You think it's different for me to watch these girls maul you in hopes to get laid by you because you wear a Waterford football jersey, than to have you watch me dance with another guy?"
"Yes. I mean no." I shook my head. "I don't know." I threw my hands in the air. I didn't know what I was saying. All I knew was that I didn't want someone else touching her. "I just know that I was two seconds away from ripping that guy away from you." Her eyes softened a little at my statement. "That really would have blown our cover."
"I don't like seeing you with someone else either," she said softly. "But we don't have a choice. We either keep up this ruse or we end things."
I walked over to her, grabbing her hands. "Do you want to end things?" A touch of panic started to scratch its way up my throat.
"No," she said, instantly putting me at ease. "But we're in a crappy situation. Neither of us wants to pretend we are single or see each other flirting. It's hard for me too, Rush. You have way more girls fawning over you than I do guys paying attention to me. And most days I can remember that I'm the one who gets to go home with you, that I'm the one who gets to kiss you, and that I'm the one who gets to know the real you. But other days, like today, I want to forget that it hurts and maybe... show you how it feels for once." She said the last part quieter, looking down at her feet almost as if she were ashamed.
She'd definitely shown me how it feels, and it felt absolutely awful. Knowing that she feels that almost daily made me regret starting this secret dating in the first place. I didn't want her hurting. I wanted her to be happy.
Using my fingers, I lifted her chin up so she could look at me. "Hey, if this is ever too much and you want to be done, just tell me. I don't want you to be unhappy."
Her eyes filled with unshed tears, and she nodded, causing a tear to fall down her cheek.
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed the tear away. "I don't want those girls all over me either. It takes everything in me to not recoil every time one of them touches me." I kissed her other cheek. "No one feels like you do." My voice softened, and I placed a kiss on her jaw. "No one has a smile like you." I kissed her forehead. "No one has hair like you." Kissing the tip of her nose, I see her smile. "No one laughs like you do." I placed a kiss on the other side of her jaw. "No one smells like you." I pressed my lips against her neck and inhaled her peachy scent. "No one is as beautiful as you." I moved to the other side of her neck and kissed her there, a breathy moan escaping her.
I lifted my head to look down at her, making sure she could see the truthfulness in my eyes when I said my next sentence. "No one's as perfect as you." I held her stare for a few seconds before slowly lowering my head and barely skimming my lips against hers, once, twice, and then, because I couldn't hold back any longer, I finally pressed my mouth against hers, almost crying out at the sensation of it.
One of her hands gripped my shoulder while the other went into my hair, her body pushing up against mine. I buried one of my hands into her hair and wrapped my other arm around her waist, needing to get closer to her.
"Gosh, I've missed you so much," I said against her mouth.
"I missed you, too," she said between kisses.
I didn't want to be here at the Wolf’s Den anymore, and especially not in this bathroom stall. I wanted to take her back to my place and spend the whole night wrapped in each other's arms. It's what I had been wanting ever since I got back.
I pulled back, breathing heavily. "Please tell me you'll come back to my place tonight."
"Yes," she agreed and pulled me back to her, kissing me with an intensity I hadn't felt from her before.
She finally broke the kiss, and it took me a second to gain my bearings.
"What was that?" I asked.
She pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "A little preview of what you are going to get once we get back to your place."
