Choose Me

Chapter 29

I toss and turn as Ken sleeps next to me and finally when I've had enough, I get out of bed, needing to do something before I go stir crazy. I grab my latest romance novel out of my bag and tiptoe out of the room, making sure not to wake Ken and close the door behind me before making my way down the stairs in the dark. When I finally reach the bottom, I'm relieved to see no one is awake.

I grab the blanket off the back of the couch and turn on the lights from the porch before heading outside and shiver as soon as the chilly night air hits me.

"Fuck, it's cold," I mutter as I make my way to a wooden rocking chair that is pushed up against the wall of the cabin. I sit down in it and freeze up when it creaks really loud and when I remember everyone is asleep I feel myself relax just a tad. I spread the blanket I took from the couch over my legs and get comfy as I rock myself back and forth.

I look out into the night sky and blush when I remember what I did with Bianca like two hours ago. I wish I could claim insanity but I can't. That was all me and her.

I can't believe I did that, I think, feeling my cheeks blush.

I open my book to a random page and bury my face in it, wishing I could take back what I did. Fuck my life. I hope Elsie is so drunk she forgets it but I doubt she will. If she ever brings it up, I'm gonna say I was too drunk to remember even though I only had a few drinks and was far from drunk.

I pull my book away from my face and crack it open to my current page, and exhale a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart before I start reading. At first, I struggle to get back into the story, not because it's not good, but because I can't stop thinking about what happened. But finally, after what feels like forever, I'm able to focus on what I'm reading and get back into my story only to reach a steamy scene that has me fanning myself. I finish the scene from beginning to end but by the time I'm done, I am thirsty. And horny. But I'm not going to worry about that last part.

I leave my book and blanket on the chair and pad into the kitchen to find some water. I grab myself a clean glass and retrieve the pitcher of cold water from the fridge, and pour myself a glass of water. Just as I turn to walk away from the fridge, I bump into someone and spill some of my cold water down the front of their shirt.

"Sorry," I mutter when I hear them suck in a sharp breath. I look up and see that it's Dex.

"Fuck, that's cold," he mutters.

"You probably needed that after watching me kiss your girlfriend," I tease him with a grin.

"And what about you? I saw the way you looked at me as I made out with your boyfriend and would bet my life your panties were soaking wet from just watching us." They were but he doesn't need to know that.

I don't respond and instead take a sip from my glass of water, needing water to quench my thirst, and this amuses him.

"Thirsty?" he asks me as I swallow nervously. "I can help you with that." He pushes me against the fridge, parting my legs with his knee.

"Dex, what do you think you're doing?" I whisper.

"Don't pretend like you don't want this," he says. "I saw the way you looked at me as you made out with Bianca. You just wanted to get a rise out of me. Well, you did. Now, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing. That was all part of a game."

"A game you enjoyed too much."

"Maybe but it didn't mean anything. We're with other people," I remind him, wishing he would stop what's happening because I don't have it in me to stop him as wrong as it is.