Page 160 of Soulmateless
I chuckle in amusement. “Thank you… bar lady…”
She nods. “I don't like that guy. He creeps me out. I keep on telling my manager to ban him.”
Someone else calls her from the other side of the counter, and she rushes over to take their order. Meanwhile I look at my shot glass, wondering what I should even do.
Sleep on the streets while I'm hammered?
"Y… You don't loo…k like you're from… around here." I glance up towards a large blonde man standing over me, closer in age, with dark brown eyes and a tight white shirt.
I raise a brow. "I'm … n… not…"
He settles down in the stool next to me. "You… you… look drunk."
"I… am… I'm trying… to be…"
"And… you're… hot…"
A smirk twitches my lips. This is more like it. Maybe this will help me. After all, I have to wait forever until I see Amias again, and even that would be lucky. He told me I should move on. I might as well distract myself from what happened with a bit of fun. "Okay… sexy…" I purr, resting my head against my hand. "You're… offering?"
"My… apartment… is just down… the street," he says with a red face. "I'm.. down to fuck… if you are…"
Ignoring how cringy his invitation is, I reach out and wrap my arms around his neck. "Yes…"
I lean in to kiss him, trying to let lust overtake my senses. He reciprocates and kisses me back, grabbing my waist.
I try to caress my tongue around his to get that same exhilarating feeling I get with the man I'm trying not to remember.
But all together, this feels sloppy. He's unintentionally licking the tip of my nose repeatedly. I push away my displeasure though and pull myself closer.
I need to forget his name. This man’s just a vessel to put my pain on.
After moments of kissing, he leads me back to his place, quite literally as he said, across the street. I chuckle, ready to finally get something I can enjoy.
A feminine voice calls for me behind us before we fully cross the road, but I don't listen. I just need this for tonight.
I deserve it all after almost dying, damn it.
After losing Ami-
No! Stop thinking about him! I need to move on!
We rush into his apartment. His apartment walls are sandy white, with some touches of brown and wooden carvings? I don't pay much attention as I'm pinned against the door.
He then grabs my face and slams his lips into mine, twisting my hair. I close my eyes, faking a moan to get myself in the mood. Maybe faking could trick me into liking it.
His hands are already down at my jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down to my feet so I can step out of them.
Everything seems so careless. It's like he's here to have fun. I'm here to sloppily fuck and fulfil his nose licking fetish.
I shouldn't mind it. I don't care either. It's just a little fun. I'm here for the lust as much as he is.
But I can't help but think… it would not feel so heartless if it were A-
No! It's just sex! It doesn't matter.
I just keep giving into the kisses, trying to let myself relax and let it all go.
As I slightly open my eyes, I see his hair, just as blonde as his. My hands run through it, feeling how soft it is… or rather how soft it could be if it was well brushed and well groomed.
