She bites her lip and nervously grins. “That was a one-off. You snuck that one in for free!”
She shifts under my stare.
She’s beautiful.
“So, who’d you come as?” she asks, deflecting to break the silence.
“The Beast,” I reply. She looks me over with a cocked brow piecing together my version of the costume and meaning.
“Beauty and the Beast? Have you seen it?”
“Nope,” I admit. “But I get the idea. He’s a beast. There’s a pretty girl. She falls for him, kisses him, and he falls for her wanting to be less of a beast.” I twirl the rose between my fingers, then hold it out to her. “I can relate.”
She stalls a few beats. “Aren’t you the bad boy?”
“For the right girl, I could be good.”
I’m about to offer to get her a drink when my moment of chivalry is cut short. A passing group of partygoers knocks me forward into her. She doubles over, clutching my arm, letting out a strained sound.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head quickly. Too quickly. Cheeks burning.
I piece it together–my phone got knocked.
She’s trying so hard to keep it together.
I let her squirm. Let her fight the pleasure flooding her system.
God, I could watch this all night.“Do you need a drink? Water or something?” I ask, biting my tongue.
She nods fervently, turning to face the wall.
I bite back my grin as I walk away and reach into my pocket to grant her some respite.
I make good of my escape down the stairs, sending her a text.
Me:
You ready to go to a real party?
Meet me out back on the curb x
I quickly change costumes, putting on my bike helmet. A few minutes later, she emerges.
“That was so embarrassing! Was that necessary?” she groans, running a hand over her face. “You keep doing that, you’ll break me!”
Baby, I’m not just going to break you. I’m going to fuckingdestroyyou.
I tap on the backseat, holding out the spare helmet.
“Where are we going?”
I type out a text to show her.
Me:
I’m not quite Aladdin, but I can show you some things.
