Right now.
Why do those two words paired together make my stomach churn?
I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it, because at this very moment, I’m distracted by the ice-cold blue eyes that have just met my gaze for the first time tonight, and I can’t stop the smirk tugging at the corners of my lips when I notice her swallow hard.
Game on, Snow.
Chapter eighteen
Jenna
I stare at myselfin the mirror, tiny beads of water splashed across my makeup free face, slowly dripping off the tip of my nose. I’ve taken solace in one of the many spare en-suits in the Wingrove palace. I’m suffocating being in the same room with him, and people frommylife.
It’s different from my day to day. My colleagues don’t know me in the way the people downstairs do.
One misstep, and they’ll be on me like a fish out of water. I just…need a breather.
I’ve been up here for way too long for it not to be deemed suspicious, but I can’t bring myself to leave.
Just like I can’t bring myself to leave this stupid games night that’s barely even begun.
If there weren’tHappy Birthdayballoons and decorations in every corner, I probably could have convinced myself to leave the moment he stepped through the door. However, Cassandra went to too much effort for me to just up and leave.
When I saw the boxes of games stacked up high on a corner table, I knew we’d be in for a long night, so I ran for the furthest bedroom I could find.
It feels like I’m in high school again, hiding away before my first game of seven minutes in heaven.
Only, none of the guys at those parties ever paid any attention to me, but one guy at this party hasn’t stopped.
I was so sure that my text insinuating Robbie and I were more than friends would’ve made him not want to come.
I didn’t want him to feel unwanted, but I just knew how I would be if he were here.
Even after thinking I was screwing someone else, he still showed up with his overly-football obsessed brother-slash-manager, looking too damn attractive for his own good. And quite frankly, for mine.
Black jeans, a navy button-up shirt left open, and a white tee underneath. His dark hair is freshly trimmed—thanks to Tahnee—and those deep, dark eyes? God, I’ve never seen anything like them.
They’ve been devouring every single part of me since he stepped foot into this house.
My body just knows he’s watching, too.
My skin is covered in goosebumps, and my thighs unwillingly clench together. When I look over my shoulder, his beer bottle is pressed to his mouth, and his eyes are trailing up my legs. Or he’s licking his lips while staring at mine.
I’ve forced myself to not look at him, but I can’t help it. We’re like two magnets who just can’t help the pull.
We haven’t spoken so much as a ‘hello’to each other, and I bet if I hiked up my dress and slipped my fingers beneath my underwear, I know exactly what I would find. I won’t do it though, because once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’msatisfied. And I don’t think I’ll be satisfied until it’shishands gripping my hips andhiscock is buried deep inside of me.
Clasping the edges of the sink, I close my eyes, taking my last few deep breaths, before the door creaks, and Cole clears his throat.
My eyes snap open.
“You avoiding me again, Snow?” He leans his body on the wooden frame, arms crossed over his chest, and I squeeze my thighs together again. He’s said five words to me now, and the warmth between my legs is only getting more intense.
Get a fucking grip, Jenna.
“No. Just needing some silence,” I lie through my teeth, peeling my eyes away from his, and snapping them shut. The distance between us is almost non-existent, but he makes it even more so when he steps closer, and I feel the heat of his body surrounding mine.
I shudder at the closeness.
