UltraViolet

Chapter 12

Zac

'Fuck!' I slammed my hand against the steering as I let out a shaky breath.

I'd had to hold it together whilst Dylan and Luke were in the car but now they were gone I could let it out.

I knew I was playing with fire letting myself get too close to her, I wasn't strong enough. She was just too damn hard to resist.

I should never have called after her the day she turned up at my house but at the same time I could never have let her leave as upset as she was. I cared about her too much and I didn't want her to think I was an asshole. Mike was the asshole, not me. I never ever wanted her to compare me to him and that's the type of shit he would've done.

The problem was after that day it's been too hard not to joke around with her. Not to want to make her laugh and see that gorgeous smile. She was addictive to be around and I had a recovering addiction.

Seeing her earlier this evening though I knew I was a goner. It felt like my heart stopped when I saw her walking into the kitchen in that tight outfit. The way it hugged her curves, the curves I didn't even know she had until I saw her the day she came back from America. Thank god I was sat down because I was sure my dick twitched at just the sight of her. Even seeing her angry was a turn on.

The whole drive over to Aaron's house I told myself to be cool, don't let her know how attracted to her you are. You can be her friend but you can't imagine her in your arms again. Keep your eyes on her face and don't, DON'T get distracted by her ass.

Well that shit flew straight out the window when I saw her dancing with her friends. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I didn't even care if people noticed how transfixed I was on her. With her head back and her eyes closed, her hips swaying to the beat of the music and a sly smile on her face, she was quite literally the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life.

Even when she caught me staring I didn't dare look away. In that moment I let myself wonder if we were a couple would this be a game that we played? That although I hated the idea of any other guy looking at her, she was dancing like that for me. Checking to see I was still watching, all of that for me. I liked the way she was taunting me even if she was doing it to say she wasn't going to let me take her home.

Little did she know I had no intention of taking her home as soon as I saw her. The boys would be gone for hours so why did we have to go home so soon. I shouldn't have been thinking that way. In the back of my mind the idiot that had made me keep my distance for years was telling me to take her home in that second but suddenly I was rebelling against him. The one that had a thing for her was in control and he wanted to dance with her.

I should've know that would been a mistake though. The sensible me was back now, the one that was thinking clearly because she wasn't around and I knew I'd screwed up. It was too easy to like spending time with her and I knew it was making my feelings grow. It was inevitable that the night was going to end with me kissing her. She was right when she said I was giving her that look but I was surprised she'd only just noticed, especially as I'd been doing it the whole night.

I lost even more control when she kissed me back. When she pressed herself into me and tangled her tongue with mine. It made me wonder if she wanted me like I wanted her.

I needed to get control of myself again. This couldn't happen. She was off limits. That was the sick joke. I wasn't allowed to have her. So I needed to nip this in the bud. I needed to talk to her and tell her it was a mistake, even though that conversation was going to kill me.