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The bustling town of Albright is located in seaside New England. Charming, traditional, yet artsy and modern. Known for its music scene and parties, the town attracts a lot of the young crowd during the summer. Locals and ou...
All I could feel was his hand around my neck, his other arm grazing my inner thigh. This kiss was more aggressive than the sweet, static kiss we shared that morning in my foyer. The kiss I couldn't stop thinking about. I opened myself up more for Archie as his lips continued to crash against mine. A small moan escaped my mouth as he slowly began making way to my neck.
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"God, Sunny." I hear him whisper against my skin.
My eyes dart open as soon as the sound of laughter brings me back down to reality.
"No, stop" I say as I push him away. Archie's eyes are still heavy, his lips plump, his eyes on my face.
"You told me you're not ready for me." I say angrily. "You can't just kiss me whenever you want." I push him once again, but he doesn't react, his eyes still on me.
"You never answered me" he says. "You never said if you wanted to kiss me again." He notices my hesitation and continues. "Because if you tell me right now that you don't ever want to kiss me again, I'll leave this bathroom and pretend this never happened."
I can't even begin to process what is happening. Of course, I wanted him to kiss me. I've wanted him to kiss me again since that morning he left me breathless. But how could I tell him that, when I have too much pride? How could I tell him that when I have a deal with Benny to make my Dad happy?
"If you want something from me, you need to speak up." He says, cupping my face in his hands. "I need to hear you say it."
"I want you to kiss me." I tell him. "But..."
"But?" He asks, "But you have Benny?"
"And you have Rose." I remind him.
"I don't have Rose." He says sternly.
"And I don't have Benny," I admit to him. "We're just trying to get along for my dad. It makes my Dad happy."
Archie drops his hands from my face, but doesn't move away. "Does Benny make you happy?" he asks me.
"It's not that easy." I shake my head.
"Yes, it is." He laughs. "Does he make you happy?"
I can't answer the question. It's not as simple as Archie thinks it is. Making my dad happy makes me happy. I don't know if he'll understand that. But damn, did I want him to kiss me again.
"Where's your phone?" he asks, extending his hand.
Hesitantly, I reach around and pull my phone from my back-bra band and place it in his hands, interested in what he's doing with it.
"Here's the deal," he says as he starts typing away on my phone. "You wanted my phone number before, and I didn't give it to you. Now you have it." He hands my phone back to me. "I don't think I'm ready for you, Sunny. I don't want to hurt you, but whenever you decide that you feel what I feel when we kiss, you can reach out to me."
Archie places a soft kiss on my lips before turning around and walking out of the bathroom. What the fuck am I going to do now?
When I go back outside to the party, Benny is waiting for me on a lounge chair with a few of his friends. He tilts his head and smiles when he notices me.
"Where were you?" he asks, as he pulls me onto his lap.
I catch Archie looking at me from across the pool, a smile on his face as he looks away.
"I was in the bathroom. Someone made a mess in there, so I tried to clean it up." I lied.
He kisses my cheek and turns his attention back to the conversation he was having before I came back out. Clara joined us and began catching me up on Levi's heavy flirting with her. I listened to her, intent on taking my mind off what happened with Archie in the bathroom. This wasn't the night to make any decisions. I just wanted to enjoy the night.
That was a difficult task considering every time I looked, Archie's eyes caught mine. We would smirk and smile at each other, almost as if we had a secret, we didn't want anyone to know about. That wasn't necessarily false.
When the party started winding down and my friends began making their way out, I noticed I hadn't seen Archie leave. I wasn't disappointed, but I did want to see him one last time. Instead, I found myself retreating into my house when everyone was gone, hand in hand with Benny.
"That dress needs to come off as soon as we step into your room." He purred into my ear, making our way to my wing of the house.
I didn't end things with Benny that night. I was still confused about my feelings and what had happened with Archie. I spent days thinking Archie was just some fuckboy who kissed me for the hell of it. Only for him to do a complete 180 and kiss me in my bathroom. Guilt was not something I felt when Benny fucked me out of my dress that night. He was always a good fuck. I didn't owe anyone anything. Benny wasn't my boyfriend, neither was Archie. I could fuck who I want, and that's exactly what I did.
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But the fact that Benny was fucking me didn't stop me from fantasizing it was Archie with me in bed that night. And as Benny slept next to me, I looked at my phone and knew that this would eventually come down to my Dad's happiness or mine; which was the last thing I ever wanted to do.
