Rushlow in the Making

Chapter 8

When I was little, my mom got to go to so many parties because she was a fantastic journalist. My mom would walk the same runways as Madonna or Mel B (aka Scary Spice) and would stay out all night hanging out with them.

The best part of it all? The stories she would tell in the morning during breakfast about her extravagant endeavors.

Now sure, Laila's house wasn't an 'extravagant endeavor,' but it was different from what I usually do.

Everyone one was watching the bottle intently waiting for it to land on someone.

It spun and spun for what felt like forever, until...

It landed on, Jason?

Jason Max

- Tall

- Strong

- Blue eyes

- Black hair

- Great with multiple women

He grinned wickedly and rubbed his hands together like warming up by a fire.

We both crawled to the middle even though I was reluctant.
His eyes were so intense, and they locked onto mine.

He was like a lion, and I was his prey, unfortunately for me, I wasn't experienced in being apart of the hunt.

We sat there for a second, he stared into my eyes and grinned.

He started leaning in, I was so nervous I looked away to avoid eye contact, but he put his hand on my cheek guiding my face to his, my skin tingled where he touched it.

Our faces were so close I could feel the heat from his short breaths.

Our lips had finally touched, and I forgot about everything around me. He was so intense and intimidating, but then, he was tender and careful.

We moved together as one but had our movements.

It was a feeling I never thought I knew even existed.

When we separated there was a silence all around us, but his eyes still locked on mine, his face just centimeters from mine, his eyes were like a roaring ocean.

"Okay!" Laila yelled breaking the silence.

I looked at the rest of them feeling embarrassed going back to my spot in the circle only to find Jason's eyes still on me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adrian staring at Jason with furrowed eyebrows; is Adrian... jealous?

"Who's next?" Laila yells, and the game moves on.

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The bottle never landed on me again that night, first-time luck?

I felt confused and in my thoughts even after the game.

"Hey," Adrian broke me from my thoughts "you okay?"

He sounded genuinely concerned; I looked up at him "I'm fine. I'm tired." He nodded in agreement.

"Well, maybe you should go home?" I was staring blankly ahead.

"Mhmm, maybe."

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"Yeah, I think that'd be best."