Steal My Girl (One Last Time #2)

Clean

Chapter Seventeen
Clean

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With his mouth near my lips I can only taste his gentle breath caress my mouth leaving goose bumps along my arms and legs. "Stop," I whisper, "don't, please, Conrad."

But I know he won't listen. He touches my cheeks, sliding his seducing hands down to my neck stocking his thumb up and down, up and down. "Sshh," he says as if he can understand what this is doing to me, "let go,"

But I know I can't. My voice constricts in my throat, my body grows numb and my mind goes blank. My only thoughts are on him. His body, only a hand removal away. His lips, a breath away. And his voice in my head, chanting Melody again again again.

I. Can't. Stop. His. Voice. In. My. Mind.

Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad Conrad.

He slides up one hand. The tips of his finger in my hair, feeling my cheek and stroking my lips to check if their good enough to kiss.

Good enough for his expectations.

But when his lips touch mine, when I'm aloud to say 'I've kissed my high school lovesick player', I'm sucked out of my body and I've crashed landed into an unknown undesirable reality.

When I open my eyes, immediately I know I'm awake and I may never sleep without a dream of him, interfering. Then three, precise, one beat knocks on the door tell me I need to get a grip and clean my tear stained face. Forget.

"Melody?" Jack calls, making me shiver in my skin and rush to the door.

"Jack," I breathe, my head pounding and my voice trembling.

One look at my sleepy face and he worries, "I didn't mean to wake you . . . "

I shake my head putting up my best smile, "I was already up," I lie, but I wish I was. "What is it?"

"Do you want to hang out today? With some friends too." He adds quickly with a blush, I bite the inside of my cheek. Do I really want to be surrounded by people?

"Yes," I answer. "I do." He smile widely, with lips I want to kiss right now. But I know I can't because I look like shit and smell like Conrad. "I'll be down in a bit."

But never mind my appearance, he kisses me on the lips, running two hands through my hair to get better leverage. Then he's gone, walking down the hallway leaving me to my own thoughts. My own perfect, flawless and desired thoughts.

I didn't think of this morning when I kissed him. I didn't want him to leave or pull away. I didn't think that Conrad is a better kisser.

Or that Conrad controlled my high school years.

I check the time on my watch, 10:14am. I stride to my closet, picking out skinnies and a loose sweatshirt. I hold them in my arm walking to my bathroom and laying them down besides the sink.

I force myself to make eye contact with my dull reflection. Hair sticking out in all directions, pale dulled skin from sleep, it's a mystery why Jack kissed me.

I run hands through my knotted hair, filling hairbrush spikes in the gaps until all the knots come undone. Until I remove Conrad's invisible hands running through my hair as he's done so many times.

Then I brush my teeth, erasing any taste in my mouth, leaving only the most recent- Jack's. I take off my clothes, turning on the shower letting it heat up before I step in.