My eyes open wide to her and Connor laughs. “Oh, so they know then?” My eyes meet his as he stalks toward me, lifting me out of my seat and pinning me against the wall, giving me the kiss of alifetime.
“I knew you were lying. You owe me, fucker,” Nickstates.
When Connor pulls away it takes me a few seconds to get my bearings and sit back down. He looks completely unaffected but when he adjusts his pants I have to bite back alaugh.
The night continues with a few more kisses but he keeps them quick, making my heart rate spike out ofcontrol.
8
Dear Diary,
How did I get here?I’m over the moon excited but at the same time I’m completely terrified. And why are my dreams coming true when everything else is a nightmare? Figures, right? Isn’t that how life always goes? Two steps forward, one step back… Let’s hope these steps forward don’t end in something I regret down the road. I just don’t want anyone to get hurt. Is that evenpossible?
Mackenzie
Connor
Last night was morefun than I've had in awhile. There was something freeing about sitting with Mackenzie. She had me laughing at the smallest things, and to my surprise, when I got the bill at the bar, I was puzzled when I saw I’d only had two beers. Yes, I cut myself off early because I had to work but normally a night like that comes with a hefty bill attached. I never had that I-need-a-drink sensation sitting withher.
When I invited her over tonight, it seemed so natural, I never second-guessed it, but now I'm panicking slightly. She's my little sister’s best friend. When I kissed her last night that thought completely left mymind.
The first night at the club was unreal. I thought it was my head playing tricks on me. I hadn’t been with anyone since Amy and every single part of being with Mackenzie felt better, even when I had no clue it was her. From that first kiss, it felt like more than the random sex the club normallyoffers.
I still can’t decide if I should be faltered or pissed that she tricked me likethat.
When I walked in the club the next night and saw her sitting at the bar, talking to that jackass pilot, I almost lost my shit. I told her I was only trying to protect her, but really it was because I was protectingmyself.
The thought of her playing with someone else made my pulse spike to a level I've never experienced. I figured it was because I envisioned my sister sitting there, but after last night, I realize exactly what's goingon.
I don't remember a time in my life when she wasn't there, the smiley girl with braces I used to catch staring at me from afar. I thought it was cute then, but when I caught that same look last night, I wanted nothing more than to wrap her in my arms. Knowing that felt both really wrong and reallyright.
There was something so normal, so comfortable about wanting to have her next to me. It wasn’t purely sexual either. With Amy it was more the rush to be inside her any chance I got. This is different. It’s like I’m thinking with my real head, not the one tucked away in my pants. Just kissing her lips left mesatisfied.
I never understood why couples held hands or sat so close together, but last night, I wanted to touch her. Not to rub against her or move her hand to my cock. I just wanted to rest my hand on hers, leaving it there for no other reason than because it feltgood.
She calms me like no one ever has. I’ve always been the one to show off or use some slick pickup move, but with her I don’t have that urge. It’s like I can really beme.
I have to be completely sure about this though. If this is a tool to help me fully move on from Amy, then I can't go there. Tonight will be my finaltest.
I texted her earlier that I'd bring dinner home and I’d be there around seven. My eyes were glued to the screen as the little bubbles appeared and disappeared over fifteen times before she replied with a simple,Okay.
I’m still not sure why but that made my day. A smile covered my face as I envisioned her typing and deleting, over and over again, trying to reply with the perfect response while biting her innerlip.
Everything about her makes me smile. Her bubbly personality, her witty comebacks, and holy shit, she's sexy ashell.
How did we even get to this point? That's right, she came after me. Pride fills my soul knowing she’s felt this way about me all thistime.
There's a knock on the door. I open it, and we stand in silence as I take in the simple jeans and top she's wearing. Her makeup isn't overdone, and the way her hair is pulled back into a ponytail makes me want to lick from her collarbone up to herear.
"Hi," shewhispers.
My face breaks out in the cheesiest grin as I open the door wider and invite her in. My instincts want to lean in to kiss her but I stop myself short of doing so and stand back against the door as she walksthrough.
"I've got quite the playlist lined up. I hope you're prepared to go down," I tease as I close thedoor.
"Nice choice of words. Am I doing shots again, or are you beingfacetious?"
Laughing, I reply, "Okay, bad choice of words. That's a completely different conversation for later,maybe?"
