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The girls are evil, straight upevilI tell you. August and I are standing in the corner —completely alone— and it took me way too long to notice that the others had disappeared.
They’ve been dancing on one another, looking at us every once in a while, just to make sure we’re still watching. We’re always still looking, we can’t take our eyes off of them.
“How much longer do we have to stand here and endure this torture?” August groans.
“I have no fucking idea” I tell him, wishing I knew the answer.
Maneater by Nelly Furtado comes on, blasting through the speakers and everyone cheers. Claire and Steph look at one another, mischievous grins plastered across their faces as they whisper in each others ears.
I don’t think I can take whatever it is they’re about to do.
They face one another, pressing their bodies close and swaying their hips, grabbing one another, touching one another… god what I wouldn’t do to be pressed against Claire like that right now.
I feel my heart pound in my chest while I watch them laugh and make their way over to us. Steph grabs August while Claire grabs me. They turn us so my back is against his, and I can feel how hard both of us are breathing.
Claire runs her hands down my body, then slowly lowers herself so she’s balanced on the balls of her feet. She looks up at me before coming back up to face me. I go to put my hands on her swaying hips but she blocks me, “no touching” she says.
The chorus of the song comes on as she turns around, flipping her hair, running her hands all over her own body, grinding up against me.
It’s taking everything I have not to touch her right now.
She looks over her shoulder before walking away, Steph follows her and they both return to their original positions across the room. They continue their dancing on one another while August and I stand in shock, watching them, trying to process what the fuck just happened. I look to him and instantly catch the fire in his eyes, I can see the way he’s ready to lose control.
To be completely honest, I’m just about there as well.
We nod at each other and charge towards the girls. I grab my girls hand while he grabs Stephs, both of us pull them towards the couches and then onto our laps.
“No one gets to watch you move like that” I whisper in Claire’s ear. “I won’t let another man set his eyes on you, not if I can help it.”
“I don’twantanyone else to watch me move like that” she replies breathlessly.
Her gaze lowers to my lips, and god damn if I don’t give into every single urge I’ve felt right there and then. I place a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
She looks me in my eyes and I slowly start moving towards her, keeping a steady eye for any signal she might give me that she doesn’t want this. I won’t do anything she doesn’t want, I won’t push her into something she isn’t ready for… but if she’ll let me, I’m going to kiss the ever living shit out of her.
My mind races with dirty thoughts as she bites her lip, sparks igniting behind those beautiful blue eyes, and I know she wants this just as much as I do.
A smirk twists my lips, “I told you I’d get you to kiss me.”
“Shut up” she grumbles, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer, finally connecting our lips.
I come completely undone, my entire body is on fire. It feels like I’m whole,shemakes me feel whole. Her lips taste sweet, they’re so fucking soft.
I could kiss her forever.
A low groan rumbles in my chest as she speeds up the kiss, using her tongue to ask permission to enter, and hell if I don’t instantly let her in. She turns her body so she can straddle me, running her fingers through my hair.
This girl is addictive…so fucking addictive.
CLAIRE
I’m completely consumed by the feeling of his lips on mine.
It’s so painful loving him, but I can’t stop. There are days where I wonder if I’d be happier not knowing him, and then there’s days where I realize he has brought me a lot of the happiness I have now. He breaks my heart and I continue to let him, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes me want more. His attention is like a drug, and if I can just capture it for long enough maybe I’ll forget about everything. He’s hurt me more than anyone else, but I think it might be worth it. It’s a beautiful kind of pain.
His lips fit perfectly with mine, every second we sit here I feel myself falling for him more and more. No matter what’s happened in the past, this moment is what changes everything.
