Page 84 of The Spotlight Effect

“I meant what did you think of the movies?” Alexia pushes my shoulder.

“Oh, I loved them,” I say. Mostly because it will make her happy.

“I know that may not be fully true, but I'll take it.” She shrugs.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, squeezing her hips and she shifts herself on top of me. God that felt good.

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Yes, yes, it is.”

“You can kiss me.” As soon as she agrees my lips are on hers. I pull her in against me. I have to feel her. I need to. I feel her move her hips up closer and arms around my neck. I end up gripping her tighter in response since she ground against me. This causes her to do it again and again and I begin to start directing her hips on me. I glide my hands under her dress as she moans into my mouth.

Jesus, she’s hot. Her moans are like heavenly music to my ears. She grinds faster as I trace around the lacey line of her underwear. Alexia removes her hands from my shoulders and traces down my arms and under my shirt. As she trails, anywhere her hands touch becomes set on fire. She continues lightly pulling my shirt up as she goes. “Is this okay?” She pulls away to ask.

“Very,” I respond quickly before making my way to her neck and leaving kisses along there. I try to be careful not to leave any marks as I’m not sure how she would feel about that. As she releases herself into me, I slip my thumb under the thin garment and lightly trace her folds till I find her clit and lightly give it a rub.

Alexia tosses her head back at her feelings. “I’ve never felt that before,” she says. I smile against her neck loving that I’m the first and keep going.

“Gray! Gray! Gray! Gray! Gray!” Charlie yells as he barges in.

He would choose to rescue us now. “Oh my god. Oh no.” Alexia jumps off me, pulling down her dress.

“Relax, Grumpy, we’re not getting in trouble,” I tell her, preparing to stand up.

“Where are they?” I hear Scarlett say. Lord. I adjust myself, trying to hide the major boner I have right now, and stand up.

“In here,” I say, knowing they probably can’t hear us. So I knock on the glass too.

“Oh, they are trapped,” Scarlett says. She runs over and presses the unlock button and Alexia scurries out with all her items. I check behind her, making sure she didn’t leave anything before exiting the sound booth.

“Took you long enough,” I say.

“We’re sorry… We were busy.” Scarlett shrugs. That just means sex.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alexia says.

“Oh, you’re good, Lexi Wexi. We are looking to head to Riot 21 before a party.” Charlie brushes off her apology and slings his arm around her.

“To Riot 21, then,” I say.

We all make our way to our respective cars and head to Riot 21. “That was really embarrassing,” Alexia says as I get into the driver's seat.

“How?” I don’t find it very embarrassing; we’re two people who like each other. I would think we would make out eventually.

“They caught us tongue deep in each other.” She clutches her bag to herself. She doesn’t really seem like the type of girl to get nervous because of those sorts of things. Up until this point. Well before the cabin she’s been very brave and open and bold.

What’s going on now?

“Alexia, you seem to be one of the boldest and sassiest people I know so there’s no way being caught in a little make out made you this scared,” I say. I hope I didn’t come off as rude, but I mean it has to be what people are thinking.

“I guess it’s notexactlythe make out I’m worried about,” she says, drawing out the word exactly.

“Can I ask what it is?” I try to say this a bit more gently than my previous statement.

“Well… I—” She stops playing with her hands. “After what happened with my Uncle Griffin, I didn’t want anything with anyone. No touching, no hugs, no affection, no feelings, no nothing. Not even with my family.” She lets out a long breath.

“As time grew, I became more comfortable with myself and okay with romantic relationships, but nothing ever worked out and I ended being called a whore for being able to be romantic and I just stopped. Closing myself off. Now I think I will never be able to move on from that because if I do it’s horrible and I’m a whore. I’m scarred forever.”

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