Page 5 of Reckless

Don’t move.

I swallowed hard. This hallway was pretty narrow for the number of people who currently occupied the space. There was a couple right next to me who was basically fucking against the wall with their clothes on. I watched them, up until a hand snuck around my waist and soft lips covered my ear.

“It’s not polite to stare, little Spencer.”

His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I turned to face him. His hand rested on my lower back, pinning me close to him.

“Hi,” the word came out of my mouth with a whoosh of air. Tyler smiled down at me. The connection was still there. The invisible thread that tied us together. The last time I felt it was in those few months we texted at the beginning of the year. But then in a flash he stopped acknowledging my existence. Until a few days ago when we bumped into each other in his family home.

That seemed to be the theme of our encounters for years. He dropped his walls suddenly and expectantly, lured me in. And I dived headfirst with everything I got. No self-preservation whatsoever. It was always fast, brief, and charged with so many different emotions. Then in a blink of an eye, the walls reappeared taller and thicker than ever. And I got locked on the outside with everyone else.

Tyler ran his hand up and down my back, then removed it from me and cocked a brow.

“Where to, little Spencer?”

“Where to? I thought you invited me to a birthday party.”

“I thought that too, but I changed my mind.”

“You want to leave your own birthday party?” He nodded. “What about your friends?

“I’m sure they’ll survive.”

“But it’s…” I searched for the right word and he supplied it for me.

“Rude?”

“Yes.”

“Would it be rude of me to pretend I want to be here with them, while I want to do an entirely different thing?”

Warmth spread all over my body. My mouth went dry, but somehow I managed to ask. “What do you want to do?”

Instead of giving me a verbal answer, he clashed his mouth into mine. His hands snaked around my waist, then slowly moved down to my ass. He slid his fingers in the pockets of my jeans, broke our kiss. His mouth found my ear and my breath caught in my throat.

“Ready to leave now?”

I nodded not tearing my eyes away from his. He took my hand and dragged me out of that apartment before I had even stepped into its living room.

We spent the next two hours out in the city. Tyler held my hand while we walked around. We barely talked, but I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with words. We listened to performers in Copley Square, while kissing against a nearby tree, despite the biting cold.

Right before midnight, Tyler led me to the harbor to watch the fireworks. People were cheering and hugging and kissing and I just starred at the sky, wondering if all of this was happening only inside my head. The lights and the noise seemed real. The pressure of Tyler’s fingers on my hips, the warmth of his breath in my hair seemed real.

A thought startled me, and I turned around to face him.

“Happy birthday.”

There was a half-smile on his lips. Then he kissed me. It was a deep kiss. Demanding. A promise of something more.

“Come to my place,” I said in a low voice. Not that it needed to be said. We both knew where we were headed. From the moment I agreed to come to his party. I just couldn’t wait any longer.

Apparently, Tyler agreed with me that no one needed this to be said, because he just turned me around and started moving without a word. In the wrong direction. I laughed, rounded him, and tugged him by the sleeve of his jacket.

“This way.”

Those were the last words I said to him. I didn’t even remember his last words to me. And yet it felt right being so silent.

We stumbled into my apartment. There was no weirdness between us. We undressed each other as if we had done it a thousand times before. My body reacted to his as if I was already used to being stroked by him. He touched me as if he already knew exactly what I liked.

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