Edge of Desire

Chapter 1

(Leah's POV)

After a long day at acting class, me and Lauren, my acting buddy, went to Burger King, my favorite restaurant. I ordered my usual. Lauren, being her anti-beef self, got 10 chicken nuggets, a medium fry, and to top it all off, a soda flavored Icee. We've both done this no soda for a week challenge, and the week was over. I filled my cup with some Dr. Pepper, and we both went and sat in our usual seats.

"Mike has been posting way too many pictures with his new girlfriend," Lauren started her rant off simply. Mike and her recently had a fall out. I never liked him anyway.

"Think he's doing that on purpose?" I asked, sipping from my soda.

"Oh, definitely. I have no doubts there! Fucking jerk!" She exhaled, biting her tongue to keep her temper.

"Save it for tomorrow," I remind her. If she uses her feelings tomorrow in acting class, she'll do incredibly. Lauren nods, then gets up to grab us our food. She brings the tray back.

"I get the tray this time," she tells me. Last time we ate, I got the tray. We always trade off. She hands me my Whopper and my fries so I can put them on a napkin while she gets to eat out of the tray.

Lauren eats super femininely, while I take huge bites, trying to get all the flavor I can each time. When I finally finish the beautiful burger, I see three attractive men walking up to the glass door. "Hottie alert," I mumble, finding my eyes running up and down each guy. There was a short blonde with blue eyes. He wore a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. The second was tall with brown eyes and hair, wearing black basketball shorts and a simple t-shirt. The last had emerald green eyes, curly chocolate locks, and was wearing tight skinny jeans and a button up shirt. The three walked in, ordered, then took the table behind us.

I heard Lauren exhale as she caught eyes with the brown eyed one. He gave her a flirtatious wink and she looked down at her empty tray.

"I'll get this off of your hands," I say, grabbing the tray along with my now empty cup. I throw the trash away and set the tray down, then go to the soda fountain. I go to get ice in my cup, but fill it too high so I dump some ice out. Sadly, a single ice cube lands on the floor. "Ugh," I mutter, leaning down to pick up the cube and put it where all the excess ice goes. However, I feel eyes on me, so I turn around and see the man from before, the one with the green eyes and the curly hair. He is smirking slightly, and was clearly looking at my ass. I snap my fingers a bit and his eyes seem to drag from my stomach to my chest all the way up to meet my own eyes.

"Hi," he says simply.

"Hi," I reply.

He holds out his hand. "I'm Harry."

"Leah," I say, shaking his hand.

"Nice," he brings my hand to his lips and slowly kisses it, not bothering to shut his mouth. I shiver when his tongue runs over my knuckles. "Well," he says, glancing at something in the distance. I can't look though, I'm too focused on keeping my breathing constant. "I'll let you get your drink. See you around."

And with that, he's gone.

I've got to see him again.