Knowing his intentions causes me to crush on him even harder. Nothing stops me from wrapping my arms around him, pulling him close, and kissing him until the music and everything else fades into the background. He responds eagerly;his hands are on my chest, his tongue is in my mouth, and once we pull up for air, he’s smiling at me. He looks relieved, the same way I feel.
Well, maybe this club visit wasn’t so bad after all. I’d go to the club every night if it meant I could prove I’m serious about him. Although... maybe not every night. I still have a job to do, responsibilities to fulfill, and also very important... sleeping.
Which is why, as the night proceeds, it’s a good thing for me that just before one a.m., Luc tells me he wants to leave. I don’t know why, I don’t ask him. Maybe it’s because he’s tired or—and this is what I find more likely—he’s completed his mission now that I’ve spent the entire night ignoring his friends. It wasn’t even hard... unlike something else. All that kissing turned me on.
We exit the club, and once we do, my mouth almost falls open when I see the line in front of the entrance; it’s even longer now. The same bouncer who was here earlier tonight gives Luc a nod as he leaves, seemingly unbothered by any of it. That guy doesn’t seem easily fazed, which is probably a good thing given the number of drunk people I spot already in the line.
“You want me to walk you home?” I ask him. Maybe not the best timing—I just readjusted my crotch area, and he noticed.
“Still hard?”
“Very. You?”
“Yes. So maybe you shouldn’t walk me home.”
I wave it off. “Don’t be silly. You’re my date. I’ll walk you home and leave you safely at the door. Although I must say, visiting a nightclub isn’t exactly my idea of a date.”
“Well, too bad,” he says, smirking. “Because for me it is. As long as I have fun anyway, which tonight I did.”
“Most we did was making out.”
“Exactly . . . fun.”
I chuckle. “Okay, fair. It was fun. And your friends are... nice.”Even I know my hesitation couldn’t be missed.
He snorts softly. “You don’t really care for them, do you?”
“Not really, no.”
“That’s great.” His face turns red. “I mean, that’s alright,” he says, quickly correcting himself. “Sorry, language barrier.”
I chuckle internally. I know that in fact, he does think it’s great that I don’t like his attractive friends.
“Why are you friends with them anyway?”
He shrugs. “They’re fun, and they’re known models, which allows them to get into any place anytime, which means I do too, when I’m with them. And they really know how to have a good time.”
“I thought your idea of fun was making out?”
He smirks. “It is. But don’t worry, I don’t make out with them anymore.”
My jaw drops. “With them? As in, plural?! And what do you mean by anymore?”
Damn, now I really am jealous, and he sees it—likes it too, apparently. He’s actually beaming at me.
“Relax,” he says, snickering. “I never slept with any of them. It was just drunk kissing.”
I must admit, that is what I was worried about... the sex part. Deep down, I know I have no right to judge what he did before he met me, but knowing he hasn’t slept with them calms me down, so I say, “Oh, okay.” It also helps that he and I just had a long, passionate make-out session right in front of them, and no one seemed to care.
“So, where do we go from here?” he asks. “Seeing as you didn’t consider this a date?”
My worry fades as I’m reminded of the possibilities between us. “That’s easy, princess. I plan to take you on all kinds of dates until you’ve fallen for me... and probably after that too.”
He leans toward me and places his hands on my chest before leaning in for another kiss. “I look forward to that.”
I think that applies to me more.
Chapter 7: Cody
