Twisted Temptation

Chapter 2

Tanner's mouth crashes against mine, and my hands travel his body in a passionate frenzy. The loud chatter and music fall upon deaf ears, the only thing echoing in my head being the sound of smacking lips. I was sat on the kitchen bench, legs wrapped around his wide frame, thigh pressed against the cold table. We were in the only area of the house not illuminated by light, hidden away.

'Hidden away...' I think, and break the kiss.

His thick, callused fingers gripped my waist. Pulling me closer, he leans in again, but I stop him, covering his mouth with my hand.

There is a brief moment of silence, where all you can hear is his uneven panting, hot and sultry against my palm. I take him in, in all his glory. High cheek bones freckled all across his nose, thick eyebrows; I wonder if he knows what he's doing to me. The way his eyes peer into mine, the way his huge figure is bent over me, looming like a beast in waiting. Waiting to devour my entire being.

I glide my hand slowing from over his mouth, to sink it into his hair. His blonde locks were like a lightshow, illuminated by the ever-changing disco decorations behind us. I rub circles into his scalp, while I look for something in his eyes I won't find.

"Tell me you're mine." I start, but my voice comes out sounding like that of a little kid's.

"Tell me..."

I don't finish, before his lips crash against mine again.

'Tell me I'm deserving of you.' I think, and I wonder if I'm being left blurry eyed from the passion, or from the stinging tears I've been holding back.

Naturally, the last thing I'd notice was the flash of a camera going off behind us.

-

I wake up the next morning with hundreds of messages. I open up Joslyn's first, and was knocked right awake.

From: BBG

'Fuck, Helena, please wake up.'

From : BBG

'I keep calling, but you didn't pick up.'

I check my phone quickly. I've missed about twenty calls from her.

From: BBG

*one attachment*

I opened it, although, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew what it was. But I'd hoped regardless my guess was wrong.

It was a photo of Tanner and I at the party.

I don't bother responding to Joslyn, as I open Tanner's chat.

From: Blonde Prick

'What the fuck, Helena.'

From: Blonde Prick

'You told me nobody would recognize at the party.'

I bite my tongue. As bad as I feel, could he really blame me?

'We drove about an hour and a half for this party, I didn't think anyone would recognize us, ok?'

I pause for a second, before adding,

'Everyone knows now. We might as well go clean.'

The reply was instant.

'No.'

My eyes widen.

'Wdym no, everyone saw that photo of us kissing, Tanner.'

'Idc Helena, I've already told them it was another chic. You just go along with that story, ok?'

As if realizing what he said, he quickly adds,

'please baby. For us?'

I feel like throwing up. I leave him on opened, before calling in sick for the day. I turn my phone off for the day, and just cry. Was it really me?