Page 3 of Obsessed with my Temptation

Everything changed.

Don’t think about it.

But as if he could sense I was thinking about him, Travis’s eyes met mine from across the room.

Fuck me.

It sent a jolt up my spine.

See, this was the problem.

Because afterthe incident, our gazes had started meeting. It wasn’t just me watching, it was him watching me back. It was him looking at me like he knew all of my wrongs and my faults, my every dirty secret, and he wanted to trifle through my entrails.

He made me feel like there wasn’t enough air in the room for the two of us.

And instead of looking away like I should have, backing down, I always kept staring, like a deer caught by headlights.

My stomach tightened.

“Right,” I said, forcing myself to blink. I put my empty glass down, re-centering myself, and turned to Antony. “I’m going to dance. You coming?”

These staring games with Travis meant nothing. He definitely didn’t know what was going through my head, and whatever threats he thought he was making with his eyes, they were unnecessary.

I was a practical guy, not to mention too chicken shit to ever do anything about this ridiculous attraction. Nothing would ever come out of it, and I didn’t want it to.

I had come here with a mission, and no bad boy would distract me.

Antony shook his head like I knew he would. “I think I saw Oliver over there, I’ll go keep him company.” With a pat on my back, he added: “Find me if you need me, ‘kay?”

His concern managed to untie something in my gut. “I will, don’t worry.”

And off we went.

The dance floor was even more crowded now, with more people losing inhibitions and joining the mass of writhing bodies. The scent of sweat and mixing colognes filled my nostrils, the push and pull of bodies helping me center myself, somehow. Get ready for what I came for.

I saw several people I knew, but one girl I recognized from one of my classes, Stacey, sent me a mischievous smile that made me think:Maybe?

It was enough for me to move closer to her.

Her smile stretched as I approached, and with a daring step forward, she got on her tiptoes to say in my ear: “Dance with me?”

My answering smile was what she needed to wrap her hands around my neck. She turned with a wink as the music changed, and proceeded to push her back and ass against my front.

Stacey was forward. Nothing like I was used to. I mean, I was no stranger to this sort of dancing—I wasn’t aprude, even when I tried to keep up appearances—but I didn’t do this with people I’d barely spoken to.

I thought this might be it.

We kept dancing, but my dick was unmoved. Bodies were closing in on us, and I was starting to deflate, but then I felt a prickling sensation on my neck and my eyes moved before I could stop myself.

They found Travis.

He wasn’t talking anymore. He was standing, staring at me shamelessly, beer in hand, and bad boy face on.

He watched me as I danced with Stacey, eyes dark, expressionnotamused.

What the fuck was his problem? A part of me had always felt kind of proprietary of our stares, like we shared a strange connection.

But that was just me.

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