Page 16 of Surviving Lies

I was sitting on the couch, alone, with an empty bottle of beer in my hand, when a girl plopped down next to me. She wove her fingers through my hair as a leg came across my lap. Her skirt hiked up, exposing the bottom of her panties, if you could call them that. There wasn’t much material there.

“I heard there’s a room open upstairs. Want to grab it, Ty?” a soft but intoxicated voice said next to me. I slowly turned my head, my eyes catching up with the motion a moment later. I was more wasted than I thought.

“Uhhh, hey, Kayla. What’s up?”

I knew her. We had some classes together freshman year. “I take it you got into your sorority tonight?” She was wearing a skimpy tube top with her Greek letters across it, but it barely covered her tits. And she was definitely not wearing a bra.

“I did, and I thought the two of us could go upstairs and celebrate.” She nuzzled her nose into my neck as her chest rubbed against my arm, causing the strip of cloth across her tits to push farther down. My eyes locked on to the sight. “Like what you see? I’ll show you plenty more if we go upstairs.”

To her surprise, I pushed her gently off of me and pulled her shirt up, covering her chest. “Kayla, you’re a beautiful, sweet girl. You’re too drunk to be doing this right now. Why don’t you head home?” Her mouth fell open like she was a bit offended I wouldn’t take her up on her offer. “I’m going to go find Becca.”

I stood up and walked out the front door.

Chapter 6

Becca

My sleep had been restless for a couple nights. My dreams bounced between two different guys. And of course, that kiss from the other night in Gage’s car took center stage in most of my fantasies.

He told me to think about it.

And I thought about it.

A lot.

Maybe too much. The way he grabbed my hair just a little too hard. And the way he told me to keep my eyes open. No,orderedme to keep my eyes open.

It was fucking hot.

I stirred in my bed, my thoughts waking me, and I needed to move. Those thoughts were making my body tingle in places that had not had much attention lately.

But as I stretched, I felt confined by arms wrapped around my body. His soft breath on the back of my head and the familiar smell of his clothes told me exactly who my sleep partner was.

“Hey, baby doll.” His words slurred. I wasn’t sure if from exhaustion, alcohol, or both. But once I turned my head, the unmistakable smell hit my nose and I had my answer.

“Ty, when did you get here?Whyare you here?” My whisper was meant to not wake up the rest of the house. I hadn’t heard from him since the party last weekend, and suddenly he was in my bed.

“Baby, I’m in. It’s finally over. Tonight was Big/Little night, and I’m in the frat. Rushing is over, and I got my life back. You were my first stop.” He snuggled up against me even more when he said that, his arms pulling me closer. “If I wasn’t so tired, I’d be peeling these little shorts off of you. I miss you; other parts of my body miss you, too. But I’m exhausted. In the morning ...” His voice trailed off as he fell back asleep. His hands had made their way under my shirt before he passed out again, his one hand firmly on my breast, the other across my belly. The same position we used to sleep in.

What. The. Hell.

Was he so drunk that he totally forgot we’re not together? I elbowed him hard in his gut, trying to get him out of my bed. He wasn’t a muscle head, but he was big and inebriated enough that I had trouble moving him.

“Ty!” It was a whisper yell; I didn’t need the other roommates I barely knew to meet him this way, in the middle of the night with us fighting. “Ty, get up! What made you think coming here was a good idea? And how did you even get in here?” I wormed my way out of his grip and was crawling over the top of him to get to the floor. While I did that, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap, his tired face looking up at me.

He was literally shirtless, in his boxers.

“What are you doing?” I was exasperated at that point.

“Lanie picked me and Xander up from the party; she agreed to bring me here after a lot of begging.” His slurred words forced me to listen closely. “The last time we saw each other, we said we were going to talk.” His tired face looked like talking was the last thing on his mind, and his eyes could barely stay open. “Well, let’s talk.”

I sat still for a moment on his lap, admiring his handsome face as he struggled to stay alert.

“Ty, that’s not exactly how I remember it. I think it was more like we started hooking up so you would try to get me to forget about everything we need to talk about.”

That elicited a sly grin from him, under hooded eyes, as his fingers dug into my waist.

“Then, when I wanted to talk, you had no answers for my questions, as usual.” And he was at it again, his hands rubbing along my thighs, working their way under my nightshirt. “It won’t work again. I won’t let it.” I peeled myself off of him, and he let go easier than I expected. I could feel the defeat in his weakened grip. My departure from his lap was waking him; he suddenly seemed more alert.

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