A small smile plays on my lips, “technically this isn’t a bar, it’s just alcohol on a counter” I say, turning around.
Nathan flashes that heart stopping smile, he says something to a girl with short black hair and tattoos before she glances at me and walks away. He leans against the counter next to me, “Why are you hiding in here?”
I shrug, “I’m not a big fan of halloween.” His jaw drops, and I can’t help but let out a laugh.
“But, everyone likes halloween. It’s like the best party night of the year.”
“Not for everyone” I mutter, bringing a plastic cup to my lips.
He seems to have caught that little detail because his eyebrows pinch together, “sounds like you need to talk about some stuff. Do you wanna go upstairs?”
I think about it for a second, maybe confiding in him will stop this ache in my chest. I smile and Nathan grabs my hand, pulling me off towards a set of stairs. He leads me to an empty bedroom and makes me sit down on the bed before taking a seat across from me on a little couch. “Time for you to spill.”
A startled laugh escapes me, “I’m not sure why you think I’m about to tell a stranger my problems, you overestimate my ability to trust.”
My little quip is rewarded with another smile, one that makes me wish he was a little closer. “That’s why I’m the perfect person to tell, no preconceived notions and no judgment,” he holds up two fingers, “scouts honour.”
I don’t know why, but there’s something inside me that says I can trust him. He’s easy to talk to, I don’t feel like I have to put on this front with him, I can be myself. So I tell him why I hate halloween, feeling my heart sink as I think about the fact that my birthday is a bust yet again… I got rejected on my fucking birthday. How pathetic is that?
“Wow, that’s kinda heavy,” he whispers. I nod my head, it seems like most of my life is like that. “Do you mind if I come join you on the bed?”
“I would really like that.”
Nathan slowly walks over to me, sitting so close I can feel him breathing. Our legs brush against one another and this rush of energy goes through me, his touch is like fire, and my whole body goes hot.
“I’m sorry you’ve had shit luck with birthdays, we can just hang out here if you want, no pressure or anything.” His hand snakes behind me and he puts his weight on it, leaning in a little closer as his eyes drift down to my lips.
He’s looking at me like I’m the only thing he wants right now, like I’m desirable, the complete opposite of how I was feeling with Lucas. There’s so much sexual tension in the air, it feels thick, like a fucking fog.
I don’t know what the hell has gotten into me, but when I start to move towards him all I can think of is what his lips taste like. He doesn’t stop me, he just tilts his head and lets me press my lips against his. He wraps one arm around my lower back and the other rests on the nape of my neck. His lips are so soft and they fit effortlessly with mine.
He starts to speed up the kiss, moving fast and faster until I go dizzy. His hands roam my body, feeling, touching, savouring every part of me that he can get. He picks me up, and on instinct I wrap my legs around his waist to steady myself.
Nathan pins me against the wall, peppering kisses along my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access, letting out breathy moans as he sucks on my pulse point.
He drops my legs and presses harder into me, I can feel his erection poking me in the stomach as he grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head. He pulls away and looks me in the eyes, “Lucas is such an idiot.”
“What?” I laugh.
“Isaid,Lucas is an idiot. I managed to steal his girl right from under his nose… and there’s nothing he can do about it.” His eyes trail from my lips, down to my chest, the warm feeling that was growing in my stomach vanishes.
He knows Lucas? He was watching us?
“Nathan, what are you talking about?” I start to panic, he’s not letting go of my wrists, he’s holding onto them tighter, “Nathan please let go, you’re scaring me.” He doesn’t let go, his hold gets tighter and tighter until my eyes begin to water from the pain. His face dives back into my neck, harsh kisses left on my collar bone and chest while I try to get out of his grasp.
When I manage to get out of his hold, I try pushing his head away but he turns and slams us back on the bed.
This isn’t happening right now, he’s going to stop any second, he’s going to see that he’s scaring me and stop and apologize.
But he doesn’t… instead holds my arms above my head. My legs are shaking from holding them together so tightly, my muscles burn as I fight to keep them closed, but I’m no match for him. He places his knee in between my legs, using his other hand to pry them apart.
He’s gripping my leg too tight, it hurts, like really fucking hurts. Tears stream down my face, “Nathan please stop, you’re hurting me. I don’t want to do this anymore, just please stop so we can go back downstairs.” I’m pleading with a fucking wall right now, he’s not listening to me. “Nathan stop!” I scream, “someone help!”
He slams his hand over my mouth, finally freeing my hands. I try to push him off of me but it isn’t working, he’s too big, he’s too strong. “Shut the fuck up” he growls. When he takes his hand away, I don’t say a word. I’m too scared of the man on top of me, the same guy who I thought was kind and sweet.
How could things have gonesowrongsoquickly?
His hands roam my body, grabbing at my thighs too harshly, grabbing my waist and squeezing. Every touch elicits a whimper from me, I just want him to stop.
