‘You don’t need to put blame on anyone else.This was done well before anything started with her and you know that.’
‘So there is something with her?’she presses, and that familiar heat swirls in her eyes.The look of pure, untamed rage, glittering beneath the surface, threatening to consume her.
My eyes close for a brief moment and I step away from her.‘Talking to you is useless, and frankly, exhausting.’Her mouth drops open, and I turn my back on her and walk away.
My eyes connect with a girl I recognise, but I can’t quite remember where from.She stands ahead of me, her phone poised, and it looks like she’s taking a photo or a video of me.She makes no reaction to me facing her and leans back on the wall, half-turning from me.I narrow my eyes, watching her for a moment.I have a recollection of seeing her before, and she doesn’t look like the type of person Leasa would associate with.Shrugging it off, I continue making my way through the room.Now I’m becoming paranoid over every small thing.
The encounter with Leasa has left me feeling flat and I don’t entirely know why.It might also be because I can’t find Nora anywhere, and she isn’t returning my messages, even though it says she is active.
At this point, I’m weaving through the party, craning my neck, trying and failing to find Nora, and feeling a little pathetic that my whole night seems to revolve around this.I’m always the life of the party, in among it with everyone, but lately, it seems like there’s only one thing occupying my mind.
‘Mad tackle out there today!’another random says, bumping into my shoulder so hard, I see stars.I flex my jaw, smiling through the grimace.
‘Thanks, man.’
The guy continues talking as if I’m not walking away from him.He is yapping all about the game, and usually I love talking about anything football related, but I can’t bring myself to be bothered right now.
I’m distracted.My mind keeps rolling back to the conversation on the field with Anthony, and anger ripples through me, fresh and poignant, making me want to throw my fist at something.Then my mind keeps spiralling towards Leasa, and her obsession with me, and it’s a constant loop of negativity soaking through my mind, and I can’t seem to snap out of it.
I need Nora.
The front door opens and I snap my head to look so fast, I fear I might have pulled a muscle in my neck.Nora, Cami and Anya enter, looking flushed and giggly, indicating that they have definitely had some drinks prior to arriving.
She’s wearing her hair in that half-up, half-down style I like, and the moment I see it, it’s like someone has put the party on mute.Everything quietens around me as I approach her.Nora’s eyes find mine halfway across the room and everything between us seems to slow.She tilts her head, just a little, like she’s been waiting for me, too.I don’t say anything right away when I reach her.I just look at her, and for the first time all night, I feel like I can breathe again.
‘Oh,’ my sister says as I startle her.‘Hello, Zay.You appeared out of thin air.’
‘Hey,’ I say, directing my gaze straight to Nora.
‘Hey,’ Nora smiles.
‘Ladies,’ I say, before reaching for Nora’s hand and dragging her with me.
Several pairs of eyes swivel in our direction as I pull her towards the dance floor.She doesn’t resist and when we get to the centre, she loops her arms around my neck and I pull her in.Blood rushes to my groin at the feeling of her body flush against mine.
‘I’ve been going crazy waiting for you to get here,’ I blurt, not ashamed to admit that I’m embarrassingly obsessed with this woman.
Her smile widens.‘Oh really?’
‘Oh yeah.’
Our closeness is attracting a lot of attention, but I don’t care.Fake or not, all I want right now is to be with this girl.Leaning down, I press my lips to hers.She moans softly, parting her lips, inviting me to kiss her deeper.
The way Nora kisses me is exactly how she is as a person – warm, soft, sensual, sexy, with the ability to command every inch of my focus.
Tangling my fingers in her long hair, our tongues clash against each other, and it’s almost painful, the ache building inside me at the thought of all the things I want to do with her.When Nora sighs against my lips in contentment and pleasure, I almost come undone.I can’t think straight.I forget we are in public.I forget people are staring at us.I forget it all, because she is commanding all of me and I am powerless to resist her.
Kissing her, touching her, feeling her – it’s become an addiction.
I’m not one to do this kind of thing in public.I may flirt, buy a woman a drink, and be seen chatting away, but this is meant to be private.These kinds of touches and kisses should be hidden from anyone else’s prying eyes.Honestly, I don’t have these kinds of thoughts and feelings about girls.After Leasa, I thought I’d become so detached from everything that it all became numb and meaningless.Now, I feel like every part of me is on fire.
Breathlessly, I step back from her, running my fingers down the sides of her face.She’s struggling to catch her breath as she gazes adoringly up at me.
‘Sorry Vixen,’ I whisper.‘I shouldn’t have done that.’
‘I love it,’ she whispers back.‘Very,veryhot, Biker Boy.’
That does it.
