Page 39 of Little Broken Pieces

“Well, that’s good. That's the whole point. I have to say, I’m disappointed you don’t remember the first time we danced together.”

“What do you mean?” We take a seat at one of the tables set up around the room.

“We danced the first time I met you. I know you probably don’t remember, it’s cool. I know you were a little buzzed.”

“Oh my gosh, Kohen. I’m so sorry. I really was so drunk that night… I hardly remember anything after my first drink.”

“Well, are you drunk now, too? Because you just called me Kohen.” A hurt look spreads across his handsome face and my gut wrenches. Even though I don’t want anything romantic to do with him, he is still my friend. He has been so patient and kind over this month of getting to know each other. I wouldn’t call him Kohen.

“No, I didn’t,” I laugh, trying to play it off like he heard me wrong. There is no way I would have called him Kohen.

“You did. Trust me, I would give anything to hear my name grace those beautiful lips.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, and I am stuck like a statue, afraid to even breathe. The giant room suddenly feels so small. What is he doing?

“If I did, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. He just gets under my skin.”

“It’s okay, every girl I know likes Kohen. I just thought you were different.” That hits me wrong.

“Just because I like someone, doesn’t make me like everyone else.” I stare at him intently, wanting to catch every response written on his face.

“Wow, so you admit that you like him. I thought you just said he got under your skin?”

“I’m a little confused here, X. Where is all this coming from? I thought we were friends. And yes, Kohen gets under my skin, but trust me when I say I don’t want him to.”

“Friends. Right! My bad. I have to go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” He scoots his chair out loudly catching the attention of several tables around us and stomps off to the restroom without another word. I don’t know how to act, I want to be pissed and talk shit, but I did this. I used him to make Kohen jealous, but it was all innocent fun.

Things were clear about our friendship from the beginning. I know X likes me, but I can’t help that. I walk over to the bar and order a drink. I look around for X and can feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise, my senses are tingling, knowing Kohen is close. His breath brushes my ear and I feel his chest press to my back. His lips grace the spot behind my ear and flames ignite inside me, my body warming.

“Kohen,” I say, barely audible.

His hand comes around my waist and he grips my love handle before moving to the front of my soft belly, lightly moving his thumb back and forth. My head falls back onto his shoulder and I sigh. His hand moves down my belly and toward the valley between my thighs. His fingers play with my hemline, and I spread my legs, wanting his touch. His fingers breach the lining of my lace thong, and he groans, pushing his hard dick against my ass. I grind my ass against it in circular motions that also push his fingers deeper between my lips. The friction from all sides is tantalizing.

“You’re so wet, Angel. I just hope it’s for me.”

He pushes a finger into me and pulls it back out, slowly sliding up and down my slickness, gently passing it over my clit and back into me again and again.

“Yes,” the word slips past my lips in a breathy sigh of pleasure.

Then he pulls away from me completely. Coldness takes over the space where he brought warmth.

“Why did you do that?” I ask, anger and annoyance lacing my tone.

“Only good girls get public affection,” he smirks.

“Asshole.”

He laughs his deep godly laugh. I melt and can’t help but join in.

“I didn’t want you to stop.”

He pulls me into him, his arms sitting on the small of my back, and my hands on his chest. I stare up at him through my lashes and he kisses my nose. A small but intimate act that has my stomach turning.

“You didn’t, huh?”

“Nope,” I pop like the little brat I am.

He removes his palm from my back to grab my hand and he brings it to his face. The stubble on his cheek feels good as he rubs the back of my hand over it, his eyes shut for a split second and the feelings running through me scare me. What the fuck is happening right now? I was just with his best friend. My mind is reeling. He looks at me and smiles.

“Come on, Angel. Let’s go upstairs.”

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