My phone started buzzing, I picked up my phone and saw a text from Dace: “hey baby! Come over to my place?” I replied telling him I’d be there in a few.
I walked across campus trying to ignore the whole ‘dace may have raped me’ thing. It couldn’t have been him. Aleah is wrong, she has to be. It all doesn’t fit together. Why would Jake be so angry that I’m seeing Dace, if Dace raped me, and wouldn’t he remember the party if he knew something?
When I got to the frat house, Dace escorted me up to his bedroom and shut the door behind us. He walked over and sat down on his bed cover in a blue comforter. He smiled and motioned for me to come over to him. When I reached him, we started kissing. He leaned back and I crawled on top of him. The kissing got more intense, more passionate. He was rubbing his hands all over my curvy hips and butt, occasionally straying up to my boobs. He pulled off my shirt and we rolled over so I was on my back. I took off his shirt as I rubbed his chest and ran my hands over his toned abs. His mouth left my lips and kissed down my neck. He started to kiss back up my neck and his soft cherry flavored lips met mine once again. He paused and pulled away as I opened my eyes and met his. The memories of that night came flooding back. I was looking into those blue eyes, from that night. My body went into shock I couldn’t breathe.
“Get off me!” I pushed him
“taylor,” he said backing off and sitting at the end of the bed “what’s wrong?”
“aleah was right!” I said grabbing my shirt and jumping off the bed
“about what?” he yelled
“I remember” I said through my teeth “it was you!”
