Chapter 2: He came back to me!

Skye

I stare at the polished black sneakers in front of me, refusing to lift my head.

“Did I ask a question?” The voice is colder this time.

Around me, the laughter dies completely.

Someone whispers, “Jace.”

Another mutters, “Oh my God, he’s so pissed.”

My heart skips a beat. Slowly, I look up. Gray eyes, a silver nose ring. Tattoos barely visible beneath his sleeve.

Jace Knight. Ethan’s twin brother, my number one enemy.

The boy who made it his mission to turn my life into a living hell. So why the hell is he saving me now?

He offers me his hand; the whole house stares. Reluctantly, I take it. He pushes me up effortlessly. For one ridiculous second, I thought he was actually helping me.

Until he looks me straight in the eyes and says, “If you are going to embarrass yourself, at least don't block the hallway.”

Ethan steps forward, “Jace, leave it.”

“ I wasn't talking to you.”

My heart thunders. Before I can face more embarrassment, I push through the crowd, nearly shoulder-checking three people, then burst into the cool night air.

The music is instantly muffled behind closed doors, silence falls. Well, except for my dignity, which is currently screaming somewhere in the distance.

“I hate birthdays,” the words rip from my throat with venom. “I officially hate birthdays.”

A tray of drinks passes by. Without thinking, I steal a glass. The waiter blinks; I blink back. Neither of us says anything.

I take a sip; the whiskey burns like fire. It tastes horrible. Absolutely horrible. I take another sip, then another. Maybe horrible is exactly what I need.

Ten minutes later, whoever invented whiskey deserves a Nobel Prize. Or prison. Maybe both.

I lean against the brick wall outside the student center, then decide to take a seat and stumble.

The wall catches me. “Thanks.”

Very reliable wall. I like this wall.

Another cup magically appears in my hand. Did I grab it? Did someone give it to me? Questions for tomorrow. Tonight’s mission is simple: forget Ethan Knight exists. Easy. Very easy.

Actually, not easy at all.

By the time the party begins to die down, my legs have developed personalities of their own.

“ I can do this,” I mumble confidently, then immediately walk into a trash can. “Even the trash can attack me too.”

Rude. You all are rude.

I dust myself off with all the dignity I have left, which isn't much.

The school lights blur as I make my way toward the residence halls. My dorm. My bed. Blanket. Sleep for approximately three business days. Perfect plan.

I climb the stairs, or… are the stairs climbing me? No. Definitely me climbing them.

The hallway stretches forever. Why is it so long? Who designed this place?

I finally stop in front of a door. “This looks right.” I stare at the number. The number stares back. I'm almost positive it’s judging me.

“I know where I live.”

Do I? Absolutely. I shove the door open. See? I knew it.

The room is dark. Perfect. My roommate must already be asleep. Lucky her. She didn't go through any humiliation tonight.

I knock off my shoes and stumble further inside. My bed looks… different. Bigger. I shake my head. Maybe I'm imagining things, too. Work of alcohol.

There’s already someone under the blanket. Oh, right. Ethan. A dreamy smile spreads on my face. “You came.”

I knew he’d feel bad. Of course he would. He’s Ethan. Sweet. Considerate.

“I knew you could not really think of me as your sister,” I giggle.

He doesn’t answer. He must have fallen asleep while waiting for me. My sweet Ethan.

“I'm forgiving you. So don't ruin it,” I declare.

I carefully climb into the bed. The mattress dips beneath me, warm. Ethan shifts, and a strong arm lazily wraps around my waist.

I freeze. Then smile. “See?” He does like me. I knew he was too shy to show it in front of everyone.

“I knew you were secretly nice,” I mumble, snuggling closer.

The arms tighten around me instinctively. His sleepy voice rumbles against my hair, “Babe.”

I blink slowly. Babe? He just called me babe. Every sensible thought flies out of my head.

“You just called me babe, you are so sweet.”

He makes a sleepy sound that almost resembles a laugh before settling again.

The scent of whiskey drifts off him; he must have drunk too. My chest eases a little at the realization. While I was busy drinking myself to stupor because he rejected me, he was busy drinking because he felt bad too.

I pet his cheek softly. “Oh, my baby.”

He smiles, and it’s breathtaking. I almost forget to breathe.

I should probably sleep. Then my mind drifts to the promise. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and I'm with the one boy I’ve ever liked. So why not give him my virginity? After all, he already realized his mistake.

The room falls silent for a few minutes; only the sound of his heavy breathing can be heard. Then, before I can stop myself, I say, “Make love to me.”

Ethan barks out another low laugh. “Tomorrow, babe, I'm tired.”

Disappointment washes over me. I try to pull away from him, but he only drags me closer. My body flushes against his. And something hot shoots straight to my core.

“You really want this, don't you?”

The question surprises me. Do I? Of course I do. “Yes.”

He smiles sleepily again. “Naughty girl. Strip.”

As fast as I can……or maybe I sluggishly as I can, I pull off my clothes. Baring myself naked to him.

Ethan doesn't even remove his clothes, he only brings out his d*ck and hugs me from the back, his strong arms caress my naked body and I instantly get wet.

Without warning, he slips into me in one motion. The pain is sharp. It dashes through my body like lightning. Then after a while, it turns into something sweet.

“Oh.” A moan slips from me, echoing through the room.

This….it feels good.

“You feel like heaven. So freaking tight.” he moans.

Heat speeds through me.

I come before I even realize it, the orgasm hits me like a wave, “Oh my God.” alcohol courses through my system.

Ethan finally slams into me one last time and comes too. A sound escapes his throat as he does.

For a while, we both lie there, entangled in each other's arms, for a foolish second, I thought he would let me go, he doesn't. He keeps me close to him till I begin to drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.

Then he whispers into my hair, “This is the best s*x we have ever had Tiffany.”

My heart stops, wait, Tiffany?