Free Glow by Molly Bryant

leaned back. “I'm drunk but not that drunk,”
     
“You have to be completely inebriated to dance with me? Am I that bad?” he
joked.
     
“I didn't mean it like that,” I said taking another sip of wine.
    He grabbed the glass from my hands and set it on the table. “Just for fun,
everyone is asleep. No one will see, promise,” his hand is back in front of
me.
    “Fine,” Staring at him wearily, I placed my hand in his to feel my stomach
going crazy with anxiousness and the familiar sensation of sparks from his
touch travel up my arm and through my body like a live wire. Could he feel
it, too?
    He quickly pulled me up off of the couch, my body crashed into his. It made
my breath hitch into my throat. I relaxed, taking a deep breath in. He smelled
so good. Gently, I placed my arms around his neck letting him pull me closer.
His arms wrapped around my waist, his hands gripped the loopholes of my
jeans.
“I'm not so bad,” he smiled at me.
     
“I know you aren't,” I smiled. “Under the cockiness, immaturity, and lack of
respect for woman lies a completely normal man...somewhere,”
    He pulled my jean loops tighter, then pulled me closer as he swayed his hips.
His leg between mine as he leaned me back into a dip, I laughed aloud. He
brought me back up, our noses nearly touching. I stared into his blue eyes to
see them full of lust as he clenched his jaw tightly. His eyes searched every
square inch of my face as though he was trying to memorize it. It made my
body tingle with delight and my stomach ache with nervousness. He leaned
me back again, only this time I let my head go back giving him permission to
kiss where he pleased, but he didn't. All he did was trace the heated skin of
my exposed chest, collarbone, and neck with his lips. His warm breath upon
my skin caused me to exhale slowly, my breath came out as a soft moan. Ben
brought me back up, my arms squeezed tighter around his neck. My fingers
with a mind of their own entwined in his messy-blonde hair, I buried my face
in his neck inhaling deeply releasing a slow breath onto his golden skin. He
squeezed me tighter, holding me against his chest as we swayed back and
forth as if he didn't want to let me go. I didn't want him to let me go...
    He let a low growl escape his lips as he kissed the heated skin of my neck
softly. His hands then cupped my face gently, looking into my eyes for a
moment as he caressed my flushed cheeks with his thumbs. I parted my lips
and he kissed me- a soft gentle kiss that ignited my senses. My legs
threatened to give out from under me, I just held onto him tighter. I traced his
lower lip with my tongue before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. I
want this. I have been alone for so long, I have missed this. I missed being
held and touched. Even though his player ways disgust me, he is truly the
sexiest man alive. I can't help myself as I am only human, I have needs and
wants.
I pulled away for a moment, and completely silent, I smiled at him. He
smiled back. I walked over to the stereo and turned it off. Full of
enthrallment, I took his hand in mine then lead him towards the staircase
which lead to my old bedroom. Halfway up the stairs he stopped. I turned
around and looked at him.
“What?” I asked quietly.
     
“Shh,” he whispered against my lips.
    He cradled my face in his hands once again, taking a moment to stare into my
eyes. Ben kissed me with so much passion behind it, I melted. My legs went
weak and he caught me, lifting me up bridal style, kissing me the entire way
up the stairs.
And I thought that tonight was going to be the worst night of my life.

Chapter Three: Pimp Hand
    I slowly opened my eyes as the sun was shining through my window, my
head was pounding. I can't believe what happened last night... I touched my
lips softly. Wait, did anything happen last night?
    I smiled groggily. If it happened or if it didn't happen-how can you hate
someone so much one second, and want them so badly the next? I can