Page 103 of Rock Me All Night
But right now I'm not sure I agree. Miles and I share something special, an understanding, an intimacy. I've never felt that way with anyone before.
It's tearing me up inside, how much I want him. But it feels good when I have him. Being with him feels better than anything else ever has.
Okay. My heart refuses to accept that this is casual. At least I'm aware of its failings.
Something catches Drew's eye. It's Kara. She's dressed as a mermaid. Her teal figure-hugging dress has a scale pattern. Sequins adorn the sweetheart neckline, emphasizing her large breasts. The dress flares at the knee, creating a proper mermaid tail. With her long, dark hair hanging over her shoulders, she has the whole mermaid sex goddess thing on lock.
Drew pants like a dog. It takes him a full minute to catch his breath.
He nods a goodbye, all cool like he isn't thinking about throwing Kara on his bed and using the handcuffs attached to his belt to keep her there.
"Let me know if you need a ride." He lowers his voice. "There are condoms in all the bathrooms. Just don't fuck in my room."
"I'm not going to—"
He raises a brow, incredulous. "I'll keep this conversation between us."
"Thank you."
"None of my business." He makes his way to Kara.
Who does the guy think he's kidding? His reaction is exactly the one I'm trying to inspire in Miles. There's no way Drew and Kara are going to be able to resist each other for long. Not with the way they keep teasing each other.
I hang out by the beverage table, nursing a tall glass of grapefruit juice.
Tom interrupts my peace. "All the couples in like costumes have to dance together."
"What are you talking about?"
Tom isn't wearing a costume. Unless his costume is guy who doesn't keep secrets. Maybe Miles took that one.
Tom drags me to the suddenly empty dance floor. Everyone has made room for the poor suckers in couples' costumes, apparently. There are two superheroes, a Buttercup and a Dread Pirate Roberts, and there's Miles, dressed as Han freaking Solo.
His pupils dilate. His tongue slides over his lips. He wants me. Badly. I'm affecting him.
I have him under my thumb.
His lips curl into a smile. He offers his hand. "Princess."
I can't help but smile. There's no doubt in my mind—he's wearing that costume for me. He's letting other people see the nerdiness he usually keeps secret for me.
I take his hand. My smile spreads ear to ear. "Scoundrel."
He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me close. A few people cheer. Tom scurries around, forcing more people together. I'm sure he's doing this at Kara's request, but I still don't like being this close to the spotlight.
The music is fast—a pop song I don't recognize. I can't keep up. But I don't have to.
Miles moves slow. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my body closer to his. Whatever the circumstance, his arms feel nice. Better than nice. His arms make me feel better than anything ever has.
I'm fucked. There's no resisting the pull he has over my heart.
We dance for the entire song. Then it's over, and his arms are at his side. I mumble anexcuse meand disappear into the crowd. Everyone around me is dancing or screaming or chantingshots! It's worse in the kitchen. A dozen people are crowded around a table, playing Kings Cup. I know some of them from school. But worse, they know me as that buzzkill girl who never drinks and never has any fun.
One of my classmates—I think her name is Sally—waves me over. "Hey, Meg, wanna play?"
"No thanks. I have uh…" I try to think up an excuse that won't end with someone asking why I'm not drinking.
"There you are." Miles slides his arms around my waist. He nods to my fellow students. "Sorry to drag Meg away from you, but I need her desperately."
