August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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Ari - Remember the red lace bra I was wearing the night of the party?
I stare at her text message, flashes of that night penetrating my thoughts and immobilizing me. My eyes are glued to my screen, yet I see nothing in front of me but her half-naked body on my bathroom sink.
I don't know how long I've been staring at my screen before I snap back to reality when my phone buzzes in my hand.
Ari - Same color, see-through
Fuck me.
I swivel around, my eyes immediately zoning in on her. She's wearing a loose white shirt, nothing revealing, yet I swear I can see through it.
Her words are playing mind tricks on me. I know it. However, that doesn't prevent my body from responding to her as if she's sitting half-naked at that table.
Me - You're killing me
I watch her momentarily divert her attention from the ongoing conversation to the phone she's holding under the table.
Ari - I thought you liked games
I do. I fucking do like challenging her and watching the competitive glint in her eyes take over. This, however.
Me - This isn't a game, this is torture.
I turn to the bar to readjust my jeans and not a second later I receive another text.
Ari - Now you know how I feel when you tease me in public x
It's the little kiss at the end of her message, the sarcastic 'you're welcome' serving as a trophy to gloat that makes me snort.
Me - At least you don't have to hide how turned on you are
Me - I'm fucking hard, Ari
Her body stills. Her teeth dig into her lower lip for a split second and I can imagine her sucking in a breath. She doesn't look at me when she brings one of her arms above the table and rests her elbow on the surface. She starts to nibble on her thumbnail to conceal her shy smile behind her hand, yet even from far away I can see every emotion she's trying to hide in her behavior.
The rush of adrenaline that she's in public, the fear of someone noticing, the lust taking over certain parts of her body.
Her hand goes back under the table and my heart hums excitedly as it awaits her text.
Ari - "you look flustered"
A grin grows as I read how she throws my own words back at me to prove how wrong I was in my previous text. However, when another message pops up not a second later, my victory smile falters.
Ari - How's that for hiding how badly I want your hands on my body and your mouth on my nipples
