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After the shower incidentof 2017 was over, I get my head on straight and get ready for my now much needed night out. My hair is done, makeup is applied and this strapless black dress is just what I need to feel sexy.
Nate thankfully has been downstairs with my dad, so I grab my purse and head down. I can hear everyone in the kitchen so I head in there.
“Damn, look at you Addie,” Abigail says.
Glancing over at Nate he looks as though his eyes are going to pop out of his head. I smile, but inside I’m high fiving myself.
“You ready?” I ask, looking at my mom and sister.
Nate grabs my hand and gives everyone a smile. “Excuse us, I need just one second with my girl,” he says, pulling me into the foyer.
“Hey, what?” I ask.
He lets go of my hand, allowing his eyes to run all over my body. Reaching back he squeezes his neck as he searches my eyes.
“Nate, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to tell you to have fun,” he says, clearing his throat.
Lifting a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, I put my hand on my hip. “You pulled me away from everyone to tell me to have fun? Really?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you when you get home,” he says, walking up the stairs.
Just as I’m about to go after him to see what is really going on, Abigail grabs my arm.
“Addie, it’s been so long since we’ve been out together. Let’s go get drunk,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.
“You’re such a dork,” I say, laughing. “Okay, let’s go.”
We get to the bar and my mom wasn’t kidding. She invited five girls I used to be good friends with. Since I’ve moved away I’ve lost touch with everyone, but the last few hours have made it seem like no time at all has passed. We picked up right where we ended.
“Addie, come on tell everyone about the hottie you’re dating,” Abigail says, nudging my shoulder.
I’ve managed to avoid it all night, but now that I’m pretty drunk it’s going to be impossible to keep my mouth shut. Truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since he walked up the stairs. He’s got some kind of magic weaved around me or something.
“The things I want to do to him, holy crap. He’s got this body that would bring any of you to your knees and while you’re down there you might as well put it to good use. Me, not you. No one else better be fantasizing about Nate’s cock,” I slur out.
They are all laughing and I join in even though just the thought of them near him makes me feel something I haven’t in years. Jealous. I’m jealous of the nonexistent sexual experience that they could potentially have with my fake boyfriend.
“What do you mean all the things youwantto do to him. Do it sister,” Erin, one of my friends says.
“Oh I can’t.” I pick up another shot and toss it back.
Everyone’s laughing except for me. I find no humor in the fact that I can’t do all the things I want to him. That I can’t touch him, wrap my mouth around his cock, or feel him inside me. No, those thoughts just make me drink even more.
I stumble my way to the bathroom and pull up Nate’s name on my phone. Hitting call, I wait for him to answer.
“Addilyn?”
Damn, his hot as hell concerned voice makes my nipples hard.
“Nate, hi. I’m out but I can’t stop thinking of you,” I admit, looking at my reflection in the mirror. “You’re definitely not supposed to know that though.”
Hearing him lightly laugh on the other end makes me suppress a moan. Everything about him, even his laugh is sexy.
“Good thing you aren’t drunk enough to tell me that, right?”
