One and Done - S. Briones Lim Page 0,50

what were you going to do tonight if you didn’t come to save me from the pangs of loneliness?” Her cherry colored lips wrapped around the thin black straw, puckering as she sipped on some fruity looking drink.

Good. Shouldn’t be too much alcohol in that frou-frou drink.

“Eh, I was just going to stay home. Probably sleep,” I answered truthfully.

“Wow, so exciting!”

“Oh yeah. Riveting.” I watched as she plucked a cherry off the top of her drink and placed it between her lips.

And there goes my dick!

As inconspicuously as I could, I shifted my body to hide my waking arousal and coughed out, “What would you have been doing if Stephanie didn’t drag you here? Talking to Ethan?” I narrowed my eyes, feeling slight irritation when a certain man came to mind.

She threw her head back and sighed. “Okay, what is your obsession with Ethan? Every time we speak to one another, you mention his name.”

Crap. Have I really been talking about Ethan that much? I never noticed it.

“Guess I’m still protective of you,” I murmured quickly.

“Oh, but there’s really nothing to be protective about.” She flicked her hand around as she spoke, pausing momentarily to place the straw back into her mouth to take a quick sip. “To answer your question, I probably would have just been at home watching the ball drop while eating pizza.”

My eyes brightened. “That…actually sounds much better than this. This just seems like a weak scene to me.”

“What’s your idea of a good scene?” She tilted her head to the side as if she were closely examining me. Oddly, I felt as if I were the subject of some psychology experiment or at the very least a criminal in police interrogation.

“Hmm…Watching the ball drop while eating pizza,” I joked.

Rocky broke into laughter, and I took a moment to appreciate her smile. It was sincere, not fake like all the other women in the club. In fact, it lit up her whole face. Still giggling, her shoulders shook up and down, causing her drink to slosh over to top of her glass.

“Shit!” She exclaimed as the red tinted liquid trailed down her bare chest and onto her sparkly top.

My gaze wandered down her cleavage, which was now wet and glistening. So much for hiding my boner.

“Guess some things never change. You’re still a klutz.”

“Ugh, this isn’t even my shirt! Steph’s going to kill me.” She seriously looked like she was about to cry. She couldn’t really care about a piece of fabric that much, could she? If it were me, I would have just thrown my shirt away and not given it a second thought.

Her nose grew pink and her eyes glistened, threatening to release a wall of tears. Whether her impending breakdown was due to destroying what looked like a twenty-dollar shirt or from drinking more alcohol than I had thought, I felt a strong need to distract her. Grabbing her arm, I motioned toward the dance floor. “Nah, I don’t think she’ll notice. You’re fine. Just forget about it. Let’s go have some fun while we’re here.”

“And do what?” she demanded.

“Let’s dance.”

Was dancing really a good idea? It seemed that every time Rocky moved my dick grew harder.

Well, there’s no backing out now.

“You? Dance?” she asked in disbelief.

“Why is that so surprising?” I laughed at the bewilderment on her face.

Her eyes blinked as if seeing me for the first time. “You’re Jesse.”

“Yeah, and you’re Rocky.”

She was unamused and gestured toward my all black ensemble. “You know what I mean. You were the rocker guy—the bad boy. Not someone who would even know how to dance to Top 40 music.”

Revved up by her reaction, I tugged at her again. “Well, you’d be surprised. Come on!”

We navigated our way to the middle of the floor, dodging what felt like a hundred slimy bodies. I had no idea how people did stuff like this on a weekly basis and for enjoyment! It took all my might not to dry heave from the smell of sweat, which permeated the dance floor. Trying my best to ignore the swarming crowd, I turned to my one oasis in the desert of horny drunkards. Unfortunately, she seemed as stiff as a board and unsure how to even move her feet.

I shook my head and gently grabbed onto her hips, fighting back the rush of blood in my core. “Relax, Rocky! Dance. Don’t you know how to dance?”

“I know how to dance!” she growled back at me.

I flashed a teasing smile. “Then