***Jays POV***
"You play guitar?" Justin is asking her. And all's I can think is leave her alone. She's mine, all mine. Obviously I realised that guys would always be after her. Clearly.
Justin Teller has dark brown hair, it's longer than average and he is tall. He has lightly tanned skin and deep brown eyes. He is genuine, he is honest, he is deep. He is fucking worthy of talking to my girl. Yes, he's another English major. Never puts a foot wrong, another Ross for me to contend with. He's even strictly looking into her eyes only and not at her chest. Her chest in the velvet lace bra that I wanna take off and lick her nipples. Concentrate Jay I remind myself.
It's difficult being in a room with your girl who's smoking hot and her top is off, she's smoking my cigarettes and sipping wine and her ex is staring at her adoringly, and she has no idea. Justin, new tall dark and handsome, is chatting up a storm. And Ross is well, being Ross.
Although, she is on my lap. She looks over into my eyes. And I think how is this even possible? This girl, looking at me like that? All of these hungry eyes around her and hers gaze back into mine. They call it the love of your life, the other half of you for a reason.
"Your turn Scott" she sighs calling me by my surname.
"Scott?" Rach asks.
"My surname" I clarify.
"Oh right" she says.
"Didn't realise that" she laughs. I don't like her laugh it irritates me. Too many memories of who I used to be conjured up by that sound.
"Miss" I say looking at my cards.
"Hit" Tay says and she's gone bust. I'm contemplating draping my t-shirt over her legs when she inevitably has to take off her skirt.
Nate wins that round. Everybody is at the end of their layers apart from Taylor.
She stands up facing the other way and undoes her skirt. I watch her because she's mine. Nobody else should look at her but they do. Because it's Taylor and she's beautiful. Sliding her skirt down she sits back on my lap.
"Mrs Scott" I whisper super quietly in her ear. She kisses me.
"You're drunk" I tease her.
"Mr Scott you are not drunk enough" she laughs her hands on my chest.
We're playing another round. I get shit cards again and she's gone bust. Matty wins the smart prick. However this new development of kissing instead of taking off clothes is ideal. Taylor kissing me like that in her underwear is enough to make every guy in this room jealous. She stands and walks over to the Prosecco for just one more, I watch her body and decide to offer her my shirt when she gets back to me as everybody is gawking at her half-nakedness.
"Okay let's play something else" Rach says, she's fucked. What a liability. I notice Taylor has turned the music up and is now cooking something. It smells amazing whatever it is. She sways her hair back and it cascades down her back, it's longer recently. It's grown out. I love it, I yearn to touch her and be inside of her as she's swaying her hips lost in a moment to the song she's humming.
She leaves her pan and joins me again.
"What are you cooking?" I ask.
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Desire me - the third novel ****editing
Romance"I'm a bad girl. He is gazing at me in his car, I imagine our relationship and it flashes before me through my mind. He's drop dead gorgeous, and how I can even manage to stop touching him is truly remarkable. He's handsome in a true and honest way...
