A/N: I'm back! Sorry my co-author and I both have writers block. Smh. It's just sad. Butttttt listen to this song while reading the chapter. It's what motivated me and finally was able to help me come up with something! :)
"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
I roll my eyes at his question, "Because it's gonna be fun."
He snorts, "Before or after the fights break out?"
I shake my head, reaching for the shampoo as I distribute a generous amount into my hair. "That's not gonna happen again."
"Emphasis on the 'again'," he adds.
You see, Colin is leaving for his training tomorrow morning and while he wants us to spend his last night alone, I think it would be nice to invite our friends over for a get together and game night. We haven't all gotten together since our L.A. trip.
Rinsing my hair one more time, I reach my hand out for him to pass me the large towel on the counter beside him. Wrapping it around my head tightly, I rise up from the sink and look at him. He's adjacent to me, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.
"Things are going to be different tonight," I sigh. "We're all doing better," I continue, referring to that interesting weekend in LA a few weeks ago where all hell seemed to break loose and yet, bring us all closer together. I know. Don't ask. I suppose life is just strange like that sometimes. "Maya and Derrick-"
"Argue more now over stupid shit than they did before they started dating."
I bite my lip, "Kay and Ricardo-"
"He says she's been avoiding him like the plague."
I frown, "I have noticed she seems a little distant lately." Shaking my head, I press on, "Even more reason for us to have them all over. Get to the bottom of things."
"Or make shit worse," he mutters.
I click my teeth and move to walk away from him.
He's annoying the shit out of me right now.
Of course, he's not going to let me go so easy. No. Instead, he grabs my wrist and spins me around to face him. With a ridiculous amount of ease, he switches our positions so I'm against the counter as he lifts me up and sits me down.
Setting in between my legs, he places his arms on either side of me. I'm trapped.
Shit.
"All I'm saying," I instantly feel my stomach drop at the sincerity in his voice. Seriously. That Southern drawl, those hypnotic eyes, the way his white wife beater clings to his muscular arms. It's taking everything in me not to give in to his wishes. He's just so damn fine. "Is I don't see why you and I can't just spend my last night here alone. Together. Without all the B.S."
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Never Let Me Go
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