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“Dance with me?” she asks, fluttering her lashes at me.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea-” I stop talking as her hands land on my arms and she moves forward, resting her head on my chest.

“I just want to forget,” she whispers.

“Forget what darlin’?” My hands wander to her waist automatically and I pull her closer.

“Everything,” she mumbles, pulling back and looking up at me. “But you.”

My heart hammers in my chest as she stares at me with those blue eyes, catching me in her web. My eyes track her tongue as it comes out and traces her lips, my breath catching in my throat.

“I can’t...” I say, stepping back from her. Being this close isn’t good for either of us. Going there with her is a no-go but if she keeps looking at me like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.

“Just this once,” she whispers, her soft voice raising the hairs on the back of my neck. “Let’s pretend we just met in a bar, like a normal guy and girl.”

Her eyes beg me to go along with her, and it’s all I can do not to pull her against me and do everything to her that I’ve been imagining.

“I just want to be normal.” She says, her voice cracking. “Just this once, please, Corey.”

She moves into me and her hips sway against me again and when she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip I lose control and pull her forward, slamming my lips down onto hers.

There so soft and at first I think she isn’t going to respond but when she opens her mouth up and swipes her tongue against mine, all my control vanishes and I pour everything into that kiss, a kiss that will probably be both our first and last.

My hands wander all over her back, one resting at the bottom and the other one traveling to the base of her neck, allowing me to position her just how I want her.

Never in my life have I had this feeling when I’ve kissed someone. Kissing for me is something that I only did as a teenager. It was too personal and girls read into it way too much but right here and now, I wish I never had to stop.

What was first rushed, becomes slower and gentle. Exploring each other in ways that I never thought possible, sinking my teeth into her bottom lip causes her to moan and I move her backwards, towards one of the booths.

I catch her as she stumbles, wrapping my arms around her tighter and lifting her feet off the floor.

Pulling back when we’re at the booth, I sit down and open my arms as she slumps down next to me and rests her head on my chest. My erection straining so hard against my jeans that it actually hurts.

After a while of her not saying anything, I look down and watch as her chest moves up and down, she snuggles closer and I wish I could watch her sleep like this every night.

But my time is limited and as much as I want her, starting something with her right now just wouldn’t be fair on either of us.

But, for tonight, I’m going to just relish in being able to hold her.

I’ve never had a hangover before so when I woke up with a sore head and dry mouth, I swore I would never drink again.

Jess found it hilarious and rattled off something like, ‘that’s what we all say’, before spending most of the morning making as much noise as possible. I swear she’s doing it on purpose.

I spend most of the day on the couch watching crappy reality TV and feeling sorry for myself, begging Jess to bring me painkillers and water.

She tells me to fill her in on everything that happened last night so after filtering through my foggy memory, I tell her everything that I can actually remember; apart from the calls I’ve been getting.

Those are going to be put to the back of my mind because if I focus on them, I’ll just end up locking myself away again.

“You kissed?” She squeals when I get to the part about Corey. I grimace at how loud she is and put my hands over my ears.

My face heats as I remember the way his lips felt against mine and how my skin tingled when he held me.

I can’t help but think it was a mistake.

It isn’t that I didn’t want to kiss him, because I did... I really did. I had since that day at the lake but I know that from his side it was a pity kiss and that isn’t what I wanted.

I wanted him to want me as much I wanted him to need me.