“Come here.” I guided her to the marble vanity on the far wall by the shower. I turned the tap to warm, making sure the water was the perfect temperature before I rinsed theblood off. She flinched slightly when the stream ran over the top of her hand.
“I must have scraped it on something as we were running.”
I reached for one of the black towels hanging by the vanity and gently patted the wound dry. “Adelaide, I am so sorry.” I knew the security team carried a basic first aid kit but didn’t want to interrupt them right now. Instead, I searched the cabinet under the sink for one. Having no luck, I opened a few drawers and found a box of bandages.
“It’s not your fault, Oliver.” She waved her free hand in the air in a “forget about it” gesture. “I’m fine. I’ve had worse scrapes while jogging around my neighborhood.”
“Yes, it is. All of this is my fault. I just wanted to have a fun night with you and be normal twenty-somethings at a party.” I opened the largest of the bandages and placed it over the shallow cut.
“Hey.” She reached up to smooth her palm over my jaw. “I’m okay, really. But are you? Your breathing is crazy right now. That had to be scary for you.”
I shrugged. “It’s nothing new. Faxon always figures it all out,” I said, my voice just above a whisper, as I held her bandaged hand in mine.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” She ran her thumb back and forth over my cheek.
“Honestly, the only thing that scared me was the idea that you could get hurt. And here we are.”
“Pssh. This little thing isn’t a big deal.” She smiled. “And look at it, you fixed me up perfectly.” She squeezed my hand. “Now breathe. Slowly in and then out, please.”
I took my first real inhale in what felt like hours.
“Better?” she asked.
“A little. I’m still pissed. We were meant to celebratetonight. You know: dance, drink too much, be loud and obnoxious. All the typical debauchery.”
“Hmm.” She thought for a moment. “Well, if anything, we’ve got the perfect opportunity for some archetypal debauchery right here. What’s more classic than sneaking into bathrooms and making out?”
My heart raced and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.Be cool.“True…we’re not making out, though.” I lifted one eyebrow.
There was a mischievous glimmer in Adelaide’s eyes. “Not yet,” she whispered. She reached up to lace her arms around my neck and gently pulled my head down until our lips collided.
I ran my tongue along her lower lip; she tasted divine. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her waist and squeezed her perfect hourglass figure. She moaned into my mouth as she tugged on the hair at the back of my head with her uninjured hand.
That sound was my undoing. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up onto the counter, driving my tongue into her mouth like an addict getting his first hit. Wrapping her ponytail in my fist, I broke our kiss and pulled until her neck was exposed. I peppered kisses from her mouth, over her jaw, down her neck, and back up.
“Oliver,” she sighed as she ran her hand down my abs and cupped my stiff cock.
“Fuck...”
I hadn’t come in my pants since I was thirteen, but if she kept murmuring my name and rubbing me like that, I was going to ruin that streak.
Our mouths collided again as I ran my hands over the tight red dress, her pert nipples showing through the thinmaterial. I played with one breast over her dress while I swallowed each and every sexy sound she made.
Crash.
We jerked away from each other, out of breath.
“What do you think that was?” Adelaide whispered, eyes wide.
I shook my head, my head still hazy from our kiss. “I’m not sure.”
Hysterical shouts floated to us under the door. “I just need to talk to him. I love him! We’re meant to be together. He knows me, just ask him!” The voice sounded feminine; I wondered if it was the same woman from a few minutes ago. I could hear the security team cajoling her, the sounds getting quieter as they led her away.
Adelaide must have been thinking the same thing. “Do you know that girl who was banging against the window?” She crooked an eyebrow at me.
“I’ve never seen her before in my life,” I assured her.
“Hmm. Comforting.” Sarcasm laced her tone.
