[ rushed this so that we'd have booney but now I gotta sleep for like 12 hours I hope. I'm so sleepy so there's probably several spelling and grammar errors ]
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SO... WANNA MAKE OUT?
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ELIANNA was anxious as she left her motel room the next morning, but she sure didn't let it show. No, she wasn't going to give fucking Scott the satisfaction of letting him know that she'd been up all night overthinking and in a daze over the kiss that rocked her world. She'd never had such a good kiss.
But Scott would be far too smug if he knew, and so he never would.
She treated it like any day, rolling up the sleeves of her dumb white StormPAR shirt and tucking it into the shortest pair of denims shorts she owned before making the trek to Javi's truck, who was already waiting.
Thankfully, Scott wasn't there yet.
"Morning," Eli greeted Javi brightly while climbing into the passenger side seat. "How was your night?"
"Pretty good. But I ran into Scott on the way back. I think he fell in the pool or something," Javi said with a frown. "Seemed pretty pissed off about it too."
So, Eli thought, he hadn't told Javi about what transpired between them. It made her all the more eager to know what kind of mood he'd be in for the day. Maybe he'd actually be sweet to her for once now that they'd kissed.
Eli didn't know if she wanted that. He was so hot when he was huffing and puffing in annoyance at her.
"Well, I'd have paid to see that," Elianna said, not owning up to anything. "You know how I thrive off his misery."
"He did look like a shaking, drowned dog. You'd have loved it," he laughed, shaking his head cluelessly. Then he nodded out the window. "Here's Ariel now."
Scott could hear Elianna giggling at him as he walked up to the truck, making every muscle in his body tense. And when he looked up and saw her smirking face in the front seat of the truck, he sucked in a sharp breath.
Truthfully, Scott had never been in a worse mood. Because all he could goddamn think about was Elianna. He'd gotten no sleep — not even thinking of her trembling, rain-soaked body in that sheer dress with his hand wrapped around his aching cock was enough to get her off his mind.
Because when he wasn't thinking about her body, he was dreaming about her perfect smile and her infectious laugh and that snarky sense of humor that always got to him.
All this pining and wanting made him sick. It made him hate her.
And her sitting in his seat after arguing with her so many times and losing made him hate her even more.
