Page 45 of Nightmare

I need to change my fucking tactic. I learned my lesson from the party the other night with that football dick. I could go full caveman and claim my territory again, but she’d wake up the next morning and be cold to me again.

I search Summer’s eyes, “What do I do?”

She laughs, “Make her jealous.”

My eyebrows dip in question, “How? She doesn’t care.”

Summer rolls her eyes at me. Mac joins her, rolling his too from the seat next to her.

“Man, you’re one stupid motherfucker.”

Summer barks out a laugh at Mac’s revelation, patting him on the hand, “Don’t be mean, Malcolm.”

I snort when Summer meets my eyes again, “Dance with someone else.”

Jax laughs from the opposite side of Summer, “Dude, this chick comes along, and you lose all sense of fucking game?”

Mac laughs, but tips back his beer to cover it, and Summer snorts under her breath before she addresses me again.

“Use the brain God gave you and go get your girl.”

I smirk, because holy fuck does it sound nice to hear someone call hermyfucking girl, then stand up to search the club with my eyes.

I spot my prey across the club in the form of a brunette with a tiny dress on that barely covers her tits. I chuckle as I turn to Summer and she nods in approval, and then I head in the girl’s direction.

I clear my throat once I’m standing in front of her, “Dance?”

Her friends all gape at me, so she giggles when she places her hand in mine without a word, looking back at her friends when I start to lead her to the clump of people on the dance floor.

She smiles at me, her painted red lips curving across her face, then puts her arms around my neck when I turn to face her.

Her perfume is sickly sweet and I can smell the fruity liquor on her breath when she leans towards me, “My name’s Erin.”

I don’t respond because I don’t care.

We move to the music without another sound, I run my hands over the meshy fabric of her dress for added effect, making sure to keep a smirk on my face whenever she gets closer to me.

Songs come and go, and I’m starting to wonder if Olivia will even really care that I’m dancing with someone else, when I feel the air shift in the room and feel eyes on me.

She’s definitely fucking watching me.

Jesus Christ, this is some high school shit.

I feel a thrill lick up my spine and I move my hips a little harder against Erin, emphasizing my point, then my eyes collide with hers.

Uh oh, I know that look.

She thinks it’s going down.

She licks at her bottom lip before she inches towards me a little, her eyes moving from my eyes to my lips over and over.

Fuck it, I guess I’m committed to this now.

I move closer, leaning my head down towards her and flick my eyes to her lips, giving her the go-ahead to make her move.

I have to give this girl credit, she doesn’t hesitate before her lips lock onto mine, her mouth opening on a little moan when I grip at her waist with my fingers.

I count to three in my head before I pull back, putting some space between us, then she clamps down on her bottom lip again and giggles.

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