Page 35 of The Trolley Kiss
He inhales sharply as his nose runs up my neck to my ear. “Stop fucking playing with me, princess.”
My eyes flutter shut, feeling the beat. Feeling him against me. My imagination wanders. Him naked on top of me. My legs wrapped around him. His cock deep inside of me.
“Addy, I can’t.”
He abruptly pulls back, leaving me cold and alone. He looks conflicted, his mouth in a thin line. He gives a small wave to Tiff and Ken. “I have to go. My friends are leaving.”
He nods over to a group of people at the door that he must’ve came with. I know most people would leave with their group, but it’s not like he has to.
I try to hide the disappointment from my face, but it’s not exactly even disappointment I’m feeling. It’s shame. It’s the neverending shame I carry with me always.
I don’t bother saying goodbye, going back to dance with Tiffany as Ken shakes Declan’s hand. “Nice meeting ya!”
I think he’s leaving, but he grabs my arm and leans down to my ear from behind me. “Text me when you get home.”
I turn over my shoulder, trying to keep my face blank. He nods like he expects me to do whatever he says before disappearing in the crowd.
Tiffany gives me pity eyes again, so I must not be doing a good job of hiding my emotions. I give her a huge smile in return hoping to save face. “I’m getting another drink. You want anything?”
I probably shouldn’t have any more, but that’s not going to stop me. Not now. I’m getting plastered and then dancing with every asshole in this place. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do. He’s nothing to me.
Chapter 14
My phone buzzes on my bed next to me again. I’ve been meaning to check it since the Uber dropped me off an hour ago, but I had to get out of that dress and those fucking heels. Once I was done getting all cozied up, I needed to stuff my face with the leftover pizza from last night. I groan, hating that I have to sit up from my dead position to reach my phone. I fall back against my pillow and check my messages.
Declan:I told you to text me when you were home.
Declan:Addison. I’m serious. Call me or I’m coming over.
Declan:Goddammit Addison, it’s three in the fucking morning.
The timestamp shows he sent the last one ten minutes ago. Whoops. I smile to myself, enjoying making him sweat it out a little while. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to think of something clever to respond with, but my drunken state is making it difficult.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
What in the world?
I hop up from my bed and tiptoe out of my bedroom to the front door. I peek through the peephole to see who it is, but before I can even make him out, I hear Declan’s voice.
“Addison! C’mon, please be home.”
My heart leaps in my chest, and next thing I know, I’m whipping the door open in excitement. I try to keep my face neutral, folding my arms over my chest and leaning against the doorframe.
“Yes? Can I help you with something, Declan?”
He leans back, shock on his face like he wasn’t expecting me to actually be here. Then his eyes fall. I squirm under his gaze, reaching down to pull my too short pajama shorts down.
“You’re an evil woman, princess. Karma is going to get you one day,” he says, leaning against his hands on the door frame.
“Maybe I’m your karma,” I sass back, turning and walking back into my apartment.
He follows me in. “Karma for what?”
His smile is goofy and voice teasing. He’s still just as drunk as I am. I lean against my hands on the back of my couch. “A man as attractive as yourself at your age? Don’t tell me you haven’t left a trail of broken hearts in your lifetime.”
“How do you know they didn’t break my heart? Yourself included.”
I giggle as he walks up next to me, leaning his own hand against the back of the couch. “What are you doing here, Declan?”