One Love

Chapter 18

  Hayden’s POV

            The second I saw Peter leave I was on his tail. He was talking to my mother, and I knew it wasn’t a good thing. I ran out and looked around.

            “Peter?” I whispered into the darkness.

            “Over here.” I spun around. He was leaning against a tree about 30 steps away. I ran over, my heels sinking in the ground with every step. I got in front of him. He was holding a whiskey bottle, fortunately there wasn’t much gone so I knew he didn’t have a lot.

            “Hi, what are you doing out here?” I asked him, stepping forward so I was right in front of him. He looked down at me.

            “Just needed air.” He looked confused. He definitely has something on his mind and I had a feeling he wouldn’t tell me.

            “Are you okay?” I asked. He nodded, took a drink, and then shook his head. I rested my hands on his arms. I could feel his muscles through the suit. He dropped the bottle, spinning me around so my back was against the tree. His face leveled with mine, and his breath brushed over my face.

            “I need a distraction.” He said, his voice husky now. With one hand he swept the hair off my shoulders, his lips finding my skin just over my collarbone. I wound my hands in his hair, his lips moving to my neck and sucking on the skin softly. I shivered and he smiled, pleased by my reaction. I needed him more than I’ve ever needed anyone. His lips were getting higher and higher, now under my ear. “Hayden,” he whispered, his lips on my jaw. My hands moved to his neck, pulling him closer.

            “Hayden?!” My dad called. Fuck. I pulled away from the tree, Peter kicked the whiskey bottle as my dad saw us. “And Peter, what’s going on?” My dad asked us coming closer.

            “We just needed some air.” He nodded but I saw he didn’t believe us. I looked at Peter, but he was staring at his shoes. “Let’s go dance Peter.” He looked up now and nodded. I took his hand and smiled at my dad while we passed. Peter leaned down into my ear from behind me.

            “I need something to get the alcohol off my breath.” I nodded and pulled him to the table. My mom was gone but her purse was here. Going through it I found some gum, giving it to Peter. He took it and then took me to the dance floor where we stayed all night.

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            “Come on, up the steps.” Peter said, guiding me. I could barely walk and everything looked funny. I may have too much champagne on the dance floor. I went to take a step and fell. Peter swooped me up and my dad opened the door for us. “I’m really sorry Sir, she would drink it when I wasn’t looking.”

            “It’s alright Peter, it’s a wedding after all and you both had a good time.” My eyes were closed because I couldn’t keep them open. Maybe I’d call Ronnie. Nah, she’s probably sleeping.

            “You’re not calling Ronnie.” Peter said. I must have said that out loud. I laughed and Peter chuckled.

            “Bring her to her room for me Pete. Thanks.” My dad said. I was being carried up the stairs and I opened my eyes, looking at Peter.

            “You’re so hot.” I said, he laughed and I smiled. “I’m glad that I like you.” He stopped laughing and stared at me. “I like you a lot Peter.”