want,” I whisper, watching the way his gaze focuses heavily on mine.
“You might be right about that,” he says as his hand slides down my back, trailing over my spine and making goosebumps rise over my skin. “But I know what I want right now.”
Oh, holy hell. This isn’t good.
He moves into me and everything goes weak. All that exists at this moment is him.
Why do I need this so bad?
Colton gets closer and closer and his intentions become startlingly clear. He's going to kiss me and I’m going to love it, need it, crave it but most of all, it’s going to end me. I don't know if I have the strength to keep hating him after this. Our first few kisses were different. They were hungry and spoke from a part of us that we couldn't control, but this … this is so much more. This isn’t just our bodies speaking, this is our hearts and that’s where it gets dangerous … complicated.
His arms tighten around my body and I’m a fucking goner. I know I should tell him no. I know I should try to stop this, but I can’t. I need his kiss more than I need my next breath. Come tomorrow, I can curse myself and go over all the reasons why this was such a horrible mistake, but for now, I have no choice but to make the mistake and make it damn good.
His face comes right in front of mine and he stops, waiting for me to close the last inch between us.
This is it. My final chance at escape, my very last shot at saving myself the heartache that is bound to come after this, because there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s going to break me, but what’s more, I’m going to let him.
Putting my heart and sanity on the line, I raise my chin, closing the gap, and finally feel his soft lips press against mine.
My knees go weak and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’m sure I’d be some kind of puddle at his feet. My brain screams at me, telling me how wrong it is but as his lips start moving against mine, every last thought turns to mush.
He holds me tight while at the same time, his touch is feather soft. It's as though I'm precious to him, something worth valuing. I know Nic loves me in his own distorted, over-protective way, but he’s never held me like this. Colton and I don’t have a history or even a proper relationship between us and already the connection I feel between us right now is stronger than anything I’ve ever had with Nic.
He makes my heart race, my palms sweat, my breath catch in my throat. He’s somehow everything to me while also being absolutely nothing at all. It’s the most confusing and infuriating thing I’ve ever felt. Every moment of every day, I need to know where he is, I want to be in the same room as him, while desperately needing to get away.
I’ve never felt such confusion. I need some sort of clarification from him. I need him to tell me what the hell is going on here and why I feel the way I do, but deep down, I know he’s just as confused as I am. He has no fucking clue and is going off instinct, but come tomorrow when the gown is gone, the music stops playing and the party fades away, we’ll be back to square one and that knowledge sits heavy on my chest.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I welcome it with a desperation I wasn’t aware I was capable of. My hand slides up his chest and wraps around the back of his neck, holding him tight and silently begging him not to stop.
That delicious scent of his cologne wraps around me and I get lost in time. I don't know how long we stand here in the middle of the dance floor fused to each other, but my mind slowly begins to come back.
Milo is here somewhere and I remember that I’m supposed to be playing the role of his doting girlfriend but I guess that didn’t last long. My mom is also making her rounds through the party and I cringe at the thought that she’s seen me getting too close to her boss’ son. I can only imagine what she’s thinking right now.
The thought sobers me and I reluctantly pull back from