Author's Note: Finally! A new story! This one is also kinda personal. Haha I swear writing is much cheaper and more effective than therapy. I'm warning you now, it is extremely short (for my usual stuff) but I promise there's a method to my madness. As always thanks for reading, commenting, and voting. Happy Reading!
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"Please don't do this."
"What?" she asked, her words slurring softly together. Her eyes felt fuzzy, the effects of the alcohol making her sweetly stupid. It was a different but oddly satisfying sensation. She was free. Her gaze met his and she smiled crookedly.
"What?" she repeated.
Her hazy brown eyes sought his crystal blue orbs, as another smile played coyly on her lips. He looked so damn beautiful in the dim light of the car. She had to fight the urge to run her tongue along his lips. She had tasted him earlier, the beer on his breath making her head swim.
His lips weren't as full as hers, but they were warm and incredibly soft. The kiss wasn't deep. It was feather light and gentle but had her nearly moaning. She never wanted something so bad in her life.
Even now, in the car while music blared from the speakers all she could think about was him. The car was full; they were snug in the backseat with one of his buddies, she couldn't remember his name. His arm thrown casually around her, pressing her body tightly to his. Her arm was free, brown fingers playing gently with the honey-brown curls hidden under his backwards baseball cap.
Their free hands sought one another in the darkness of the Jeep. Fuck, she wanted to kiss him so badly. The whole night, all she could focus on was his lips, the way they fit snugly over the mouth of his beer bottle, the way his tongue licked them after he took a drink.
Her fingers were practically on fire from restraint as she gripped her beer bottle to the breaking point in order to keep her hands from grabbing his shirt. She wanted him closer, wanted every inch of him.
She was so preoccupied with her thoughts she didn't hear him repeat his slurred protest. "What?" she asked again, feeling as if she was stuck on repeat.
"I can't do this," he said. His head was bobbing up and down and she wasn't sure if it was from the beat of the song or the copious amount of alcohol currently pumping in his system.
"What's wrong? What can't you do?" Her fingers stopped their gentle massaging and that seemed to snap him out of his drawling reverie.
"Please," he begged. "Please don't fall for me." Her eyes popped open, her vision blurring for a moment. She wished she hadn't drank so much at the bar. It would have been easier to focus on the task at hand. "I...where is this coming from?"
He continued as if he didn't hear her. "I'm no good for you, baby. No good at all. I can't...I just can't go back to that place."
She was getting worried now. He wasn't making any sense. "What the hell are you talking about? What place?"
His fingers inadvertently tighten around hers, gripping them so hard it was almost painful. But she was oblivious. Her mind was racing, trying to wrap around his startling words.
"Just...don't do this. Don't like me. I'm no good."
She bit down hard on her bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood almost making her gag. Tears of confusion and rejection prickled her eyes. Don't cry, she thought. Not now. "I can't help the way I feel."
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered. His rumbling tenor was mere centimeters away from her ear and she couldn't help the throb of hot need that pulsed hotly at the apex of her thighs. It was a contradiction of emotions, the sweetness of his actions blending harmoniously with the dull pang of his words. He was sending her mixed signals like a motherfucker.
"How can you hurt me?" she whispered back, hoping the naked need in her tone wasn't as obvious to him as it was to her.
"I...can't let you get close. Not after what happened. I'm no good Kori. I'm no good for anyone."
Her heart clutched at the way he spoke her name. She heard the conflict in his tone. She knew he was struggling, resisting the urge to act on instinct.
"What are you talking about? What happened?"
He shook his head. "Just trust me," he slurred. "She fucked me up. You have no idea."
She didn't want to have this conversation now. All she wanted was to make out with him. This wasn't the time to trade relationship war stories. She didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear him spill about the girl who broke his heart. Then she'd feel compelled to talk about Jeff and that definitely wasn't going to happen.
