Temporary Fix

CHAPTER FOUR

RONNIE

There was a cute boy standing in the doorway. No—not cute. There was some male species that couldn't be simply be categorized as cute, some of them were gorgeous and that he was. I hoped that he couldn't see tell that I was admiring him as I stood dumbfounded ogling him. I didn't feel so bad as he mirrored the action. Part of me felt that I had seen him before, but I didn't dig deeper into that. He stood there in the archway, his upper half leaning on the wall. I looked down to find two glasses of red wine in his hands.

Straying away from the suit and buttoned down men in the party, he wore a baby blue sweater with a diamond necklace draped around he neck, he had on khaki pants, and wore Alexander McQueen's shoes on his feet. I could tell this was his type of party just from his attire. Unless, he was like me and had to borrow clothes from his best friend to look presentable.

"How long have you been standing there creep?" I taunted placing a hand on my hip.

      His eyes narrowed at me as he got off the wall and stalked towards me. "I'm the creep, but you're the one snooping through people's house?"

      "Yes." I said shaking my head as if he wasn't making sense. He crossed his arms as he stood a good six feet away from me.

      Now that he was closer, I could say that he smelled entirely too good for my senses. His cologne plus the way that he was looking at me right now? People didn't look at me like that often, and for some reason a reckless mood fell over me.

      "We're you following me?" I asked.

"No." He said quickly. "I—too many people out there, I needed to get away." He muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

      "You brought two glasses." I observed pointing towards the glasses in his hand.

      "For myself, but I happened to run into you." He spoke so calmly. There wasn't a grimace or smile on his face, he just looked plainly, but for some reason that told me that he was being truthful.  He wasn't trying to flirt or be sly.

He looked down at the two glasses momentarily before extending his arm towards me offering me one. My lips tugged into a smile as my fingers wrapped around the glass, brushing against his own. I looked up at him as I brought the glass to my lips and he did the same. He smiled. Then, he peeked around the empty room taking it all in as he circled around examining it before he slowly sat on the ground. I felt awkward standing above him, so I gripped my dress to the side before sitting on the hardwood floors adjacent to him.

His skin was a few shades darker than mine and his dark skin glistened under the lights that lit up the empty room. His lips were full and his eyes were low. His eyelashes were long and full making me take a hard swallow to down my envy. He had a minimal amount of facial hair, just a light mustache, but it worked for him.

I licked my lips, "you are so handsome." I said as if I was telling him it was raining outside. The bluntness had took me by surprise, even if it didn't take him. That's only because he didn't know me though. If he knew me, he would know that I never straightforwardly told strangers they were attractive to me. But, then again I never was in the midst of losing everything with an attractive stranger that I could indulge in.

Looking at him, it made me think about everything that I was not. Furthermore, everything that I did not do. I didn't do casual, I didn't do meaningless, one night hook ups. I was a relationship kind of girl, the kind of girl that had a set time limit for the time it was appropriate to give it up to a guy. I wasn't the fun girl, I was the lover girl. But, tonight I didn't want to be me. Tonight I wanted to stray far away from the values and morals of Veronica. Tonight I wanted to let go. Whether the decision was impulsive or not wasn't something that I had wanted to burden myself with right now, it could wait for another date.

      There was an attractive stranger in front of me and I wanted him tonight. I felt as though I could have him too, and that confidence wasn't present in me often. I was taking it as a sign. Maybe it wasn't him that I wanted, maybe I wanted to be consumed by something other than everything that obstructs me. Even if it was a temporary fix, maybe I wanted to not feel for a second no matter how fleeting it may be. And maybe it would be better this way. I wouldn't have to worry about if he really loved me, if he would be here the next day or next year. I didn't have to worry if he was permanent or genuine, or if his mind was consumed by another.

His brown eyes stared at me intently. His thick lips had parted and his tongue had snaked out to graze his bottom lip. His head tilted to the side analyzing me, "You're gorgeous."

Gorgeous.

I tried not to let myself drown in the depth of the word as it felt like my heart had skipped at beat. No one had ever called me gorgeous, but I didn't let myself obsess over it. I didn't let myself wonder if he really meant it, wonder if he really saw something that I didn't. This didn't mean anything, he didn't mean anything, he was going to be my temporary fix.

My temporary fix.

Soon my fingers found there way to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. The action was stopped as his hands rested on top of mine causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"It's okay." I assured. I pushed my body forward climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs.

"Didn't realize you were that type of girl." He muttered his hands finding my waist. His head tilted to the side and leaned slightly back as he analyzed me as if he was trying to read me.

"What girl is that?" I waited on his answer, anticipating what he would say. I wondered if he was calling me easy, I wondered if in this moment I would care.

Would I care tomorrow?

No, I wasn't trying to think about if I would care tomorrow of the next day. Tonight I wanted to be impulsive and reckless.

      "Liberated."

The answer had took me by surprise because I didn't expect him to put it that way. A girl just hops on him and his depiction of her is liberated? I didn't have the time or the energy to actually think about it, all I thought about is how his answer didn't repulse me—and that it was important we got this going before he did.

My fingers snaked behind his head; I tried to push his head towards me, but he resisted. He tilted his head towards the entryway "Anybody can walk in." His fingers tapped my hips rhythmically, but only momentarily. "Come on." His large hands gripped my waist encouraging me to raise up.

I didn't question when he took me upstairs. I didn't worry if Karlie would be worried or looking for me. I didn't care that I was having sex in the Vander's home. I just took histhe nameless boy's hand and didn't think about it.