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  “You taste so good,” he says, his eyes smiling down at me.

  “Good” I say, dazed and breathless.

  “So are we?”

  “Are we what?” I ask.

  “Official,” he says, lip twitching in amusement.

  Official? Shit. If I’m in a relationship, I will need to either tell him the truth or stop stripping. I need the money, so the latter isn’t really an option right now. I need to tell him no. I’m sorry but I can’t. Now’s not a good time. Instead I pull his mouth back to mine.

  Distraction is key.

  Chapter Seven

  “How did you talk me into going to this party?” I ask Anaya for the third time.

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Don’t be a party pooper. You need to get out. You can’t spend all your time with just Grayson.”

  I wince, knowing that it’s true—I have spent all my spare time alone with Grayson over the last few days. But Anaya spends all her time with Paul too, so, pot meet kettle.

  “Is Paul coming?” I ask, smoothing my dress.

  “Yeah, he will be here with his mates,” she replies. The taxi stops, we pay and get out, walking toward the house.

  “Whose house is this?” I ask, staring up at the mansion. Without bothering to knock, Anaya opens the door. We follow the sound of the music, passing a few people on the way. Everyone seems to be outside, where there is a pool and a DJ. Anaya drags me to dance for a few songs, before she sees Paul, standing around with a few of his friends. She runs into his arms, while I trail slowly behind her. Paul lifts his chin in greeting when he sees me, and I smile back at him. I’ve met him twice so far, and he seems really nice. He introduces me to his friends, and I smile and say hello politely. My phone vibrates, so I pull it out of my bra to check it.

  Your boyfriend might get jealous seeing you talking to all those guys.

  Grayson. He’s here? I look around the backyard, until I see him standing with his sister and another girl. One I haven’t seen before.

  “Who’s that?” I ask Anaya. She follows my line of sight.

  “That’s Dylan, this is her house,” she says. Dylan. The name sounds familiar. Grayson says something to his sister, and then starts to approach me. He’s wearing jeans, a black shirt, and a dimpled smile. He told me he would meet me here after work, so I thought he would have been a little later.

  “You’re here,” I say stupidly, smiling up at him. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into him, his lips briefly touching mine. The gesture is possessive, causing me to roll my eyes, but secretly I’m thrilled.

  “I left work early,” he says. “You look amazing.”

  “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his narrow hips. Grayson says hello to Anaya, Paul, and his friends. “How do you know so many people?” I ask him.

  “Some of them went to high school with me, some I just met at uni, or around at parties,” he says, kissing my forehead. I’m not really used to public displays of affection, but with him, I couldn’t care less who was looking.

  “Mr Social,” I utter under my breath.

  Grayson chuckles. “One of us needs to be. Can I get you a drink?”

  “No, I’m fine, but thanks.”

  “How about you, Anaya?” he asks, earning a scowl from Paul, who is yet to offer her one.

  My roommate sighs dramatically. “No, but thank you for asking, Grayson.” She scowls at Paul, who in return shoots Grayson a look that clearly says ‘thanks for making me look bad’. Grayson, looking amused, ignores Paul and looks down at me.

  “Dance with me?” he asks.

  “I’d love to,” I reply. He reaches his hand out, and when I take it, our fingers intertwine. We walk near the DJ stand, where others are dancing. A Jason Derulo song plays as we start to move to the music. I grind on him a little, seeing the lust in his eyes, but then tone it down. If only he knew the moves I could do, the many ways I’m capable of seductively moving my body.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he whispers into my ear, pushing my hair back and to the side. I’m glad he thinks so. The song ends, and it’s then that I notice Dylan standing there, arms crossed, her eyes on me. And she doesn’t look happy. Instantly suspicious, I remind myself to ask Grayson what the deal is with her. We spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company. When I get home, I realise something. I need to tell Grayson the truth. If someone else tells him, I could lose him forever. I’d hate to lose the way he looks at me. The way his eyes go soft and gentle, as if I’m something precious to him. Something to be protected, nurtured.

  I hope he never stops looking at me like that.

  *****

  I’m reading a history textbook, when suddenly it’s gently pulled out of my hands. I look up into Grayson’s unreadable face. “What’s wrong?” I ask. He slept over last night after the party. He went home in the morning, and then returned in the evening to have dinner with me.

  He bites his lip, studying me. His dark eyes are hooded, and I instantly feel a tug in my lower belly. I absently run my finger along my collarbone, tilting my head as I stare up at him. I know what he wants. Grayson and I haven’t done anything more than kiss. He’s on the edge, but I know that if I tell him I’m not ready, he won’t push me. Here he is, standing in front of me, waiting for me to make the first move. Waiting for my permission, for me to let him know that I want this as much as he does. And boy do I. Truth be told, I’ve been keeping my distance from him because of my secret. Because of what I haven’t told him about me. I can’t deny myself any longer though. I stand up and close the space between us, placing both of my palms on his warm chest.

  “Are you sure?” he rasps, licking his lips.

  I lift up his t-shirt, feeling his taut abdomen with my fingers. “I’m sure.”

  “Thank fuck,” he growls, leaning down and kissing me deeply. I moan into his mouth as he tastes my tongue, and kisses me in a way that has me so turned on, I want more. I need more. I’m panting when he pulls away to remove his t-shirt, throwing it to the ground. His body is perfectly muscled. Smooth, tanned skin covers an impressive chest and sculptured abs. I didn’t think a body like this existed in real life.

  “Why wear a shirt at all?” I ask breathlessly. I’m going to lick every inch of that body tonight, that’s for damn sure.

  Grayson’s lips twitch, his eyes still trained on me. He toes off his shoes, and then undoes the button on his jeans. I hold my breath as he pulls them down, and he’s left standing before me in all his naked glory. He was going commando.

  “Breathe, Paris,” he says softly, and I instantly suck in a breath of air. His eyes roam to my breasts, which are straining against my white cotton singlet. I pull it off, my shorts following, leaving me in just a black bra and matching panties. He steps to me, kissing me on the lips and then on the spot where my shoulder meets my neck.

  “You’re amazing,” he says into my ear, making me gasp as he lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, my breasts in his face as he leans me back onto the bed. Pulling down the cups of my bra, he takes my nipple into his mouth, drawing it in and sucking gently. My head throws back onto the pillow, my fingers pulling gently on the ends of his hair, wanting more, wanting everything he can give. He kisses down my stomach, and then pulls down my panties as he nibbles on my hipbone. Without warning, his mouth is on me, licking, tasting. My thighs soon tremble, on the verge of release. When he sucks on my clit, my back arches as intense pleasure takes over.

  “Fuck,” I curse, panting. I put my wrist over my eyes, catching my breath. I feel weak and blissful at the same time. I sit up and look at Grayson, who is kneeling on the bed, watching me. A small smile tugs at his lips as he takes me in, his eyes full of satisfaction. “Someone looks smug,” I say, grinning.

  “Someone isn’t done with you… yet,” he says, crawling up over me. “Not even close.”

  I smile. “I wouldn’t expect any less.”

  He grins at me wolfishly.<
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  “Condom?” I ask.

  His eyes widen, and he nods, leaning down to pull one out of his wallet. Looks like someone was hopeful.

  “I’d almost forgotten,” he says. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before.”

  “Okay,” I mumble, swallowing nervously.

  He opens the packet and slides the condom on his length, and then touches me intimately with his finger. I’m dripping wet.

  “Hmmmm,” he groans, leaning over me and sliding into me, kissing my lips at the same time. I wince at the pain as he enters me, not as bad as I had expected but still enough to hurt.

  He suddenly stills. “You’re a virgin?” he whispers, looking confused. His voice sounds like he’s in physical pain, and his eyes widen as he pulls back, looking down on me with an expression I can only explain as shock. He moves away from me.

  I swallow, reaching for the covers to hide my body. “Is that a problem?” I ask in a small voice. He runs his hand through his hair, grabs his clothes, and gets dressed in silence.

  And then he walks out without looking back.

  Chapter Eight

  I don’t sit in my usual lunch spot under the tree. I skip my next class and go home for lunch instead. Grayson has been calling and texting me nonstop since the ‘incident’, as I like to call it, but I don’t want to talk to him. It’s been two days. I have no idea why he acted like that, walking out without a word. I guess I didn’t really know him at all. I avoided his pleading gaze in class today, and even when he sat next to me, I ignored his presence as best as I could. I was the first person out of that class, walking as fast as my legs could take me. And this is why you don’t start something with someone you have to see all the time. It’s awkward, and frankly it hurts to look at him.

  I’m unlocking my door when I hear him.

  “Paris...” he says, sounding unsure and a little hesitant.

  I don’t turn around. “What?”

  “Can we talk?” he asks. “Please?”

  “What could we possibly have to talk about? Your apparent disgust for virgins?” I say dryly. I put my key back in my purse and open the front door. I close it behind me, not feeling guilty in the least, but he puts his foot inside before the door can close. I sigh, and finally turn around to face him. He looks tired; his hair is messy as though he’s been running his fingers through it over and over again.

  “I’m sorry about what happened the other night,” he says, puffing out a breath. “It’s just that…” He stops, and I raise my eyebrow, waiting. I’m actually interested in what he has to say, in whatever reasoning he’s come up with. I want to know what’s going on in that head of his. He looks like he’s going to say something, but then he shakes his head, as if to clear it. “I had no idea you were a virgin.”

  “So you decided to ditch me and run?”

  “I didn’t run,” he says, looking down at the floor.

  I scoff. “There was a Grayson sized hole in the wall.”

  “Paris,” he whispers, his voice strained.

  “Don’t worry about it. It’s a non-issue anyway,” I say flippantly, looking down at my nails.

  “What do you mean?” he asks, brows furrowing.

  “We are done,” I say, shrugging.

  He opens his mouth, and then snaps it shut. A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I’m sorry, Paris.”

  “So am I,” I instantly reply. I watch him flinch at my words but get no satisfaction from it. I want to turn and hide from him, so embarrassed with what occurred between us.

  “You don’t mean that,” he says, walking over to me. I stiffen as he leans down to kiss me on the forehead. My eyes shut as his lips touch my skin. “I fucked up. I was surprised, that’s all. I wish you would have told me.”

  “I wanted you to be my first, and then you…” I stop, unable to continue. What I wanted to say was, you ruined it. Giving him my virginity wasn’t a huge deal for me. I was more than ready to have sex with someone. But what happened that night—I didn’t expect it to go like that. I never thought I’d regret choosing Grayson to share that with.

  “Forgive me,” he says, taking my chin in his fingers and pushing it up so I have to look him in the eyes. He looks sincere and regretful. I still don’t get why he did it. I know he’s hiding something. But I’m hiding something too, so who am I to judge? He hurt me. That doesn’t mean I don’t want him anymore though. It would be so much easier if I didn’t.

  “Let me make it up to you, please,” he says, his eyes pleading. “You don’t understand.”

  I puff out a breath, the scene of that night replaying in my head.

  “Hey,” he says, cradling my face in his palms. “It will be amazing between us.”

  “You sound pretty confident,” I reply, trying to stay emotionless.

  He sighs. “Babe, when it comes to you, I’m anything but confident. You make me crazy.”

  “Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” I mutter, letting him know with my tone that it’s not a good thing.

  “I’m sorry,” he says softly, his eyes showing his regret is genuine.

  “I’ll see you in class,” I reply, my shoulders relaxing. He gently moves his hand to my nape, squeezing gently.

  “I’ll see you then,” he says. One more kiss, this time on my lips, and then he’s gone.

  What the hell am I doing?

  *****

  When someone sits next to me, I turn with a smile on my face. When I see it’s not Grayson, that smile falls.

  “Umm, that seat is taken,” I say, shifting on my seat.

  The guy looks around and grins. “I don’t see anyone’s name on it.”

  I stare at him and recognise him as one of Grayson’s friends. I search my mind for his name, but come up empty.

  “Jake,” he says, fighting a smile. “Wow, if that isn’t a blow to my ego…”

  “I’m horrible at remembering names,” I say, shrugging sheepishly. “Besides I’ve met a few of Grayson’s friends, it’s kind of hard to keep up.”

  “I’ll bet,” he says, sounding amused. Jake is handsome in a preppy way. Not really my type but I can still appreciate his blue eyes and charming smile. “Gray’s not coming in today,” he adds.

  I try to mask my disappointment. “Okay,” I say, having no idea what to reply.

  “He had to go to Melbourne on a business trip with his dad,” Jake adds. I wonder why Grayson didn’t tell me that himself. It was only yesterday that he came over to apologise, but I haven’t seen or heard from him since.

  Some apology.

  “So why are you sitting here again?” I ask, not sure what his game is.

  Jake chuckles at me. “You don’t mince words, do you?”

  I lift my shoulder in a shrug but don’t say anything.

  “I thought since Grayson wasn’t here, I’d keep you company,” he says, flicking his pen between his fingers. I force a smile and then concentrate on the book in front of me.

  “Not very chatty, are you?” he asks when the lecturer finishes talking. “Most girls would be talking my ear off by now.”

  I roll my eyes. “I have nothing to say.” To him anyway.

  He chuckles. “What are you doing after class?”

  “Going home,” I reply, putting my books into a neat pile on my table.

  “Want to get something to eat?” he asks.

  “No thanks.”

  He winces. “Cut down.”

  I sigh, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry; I really have to go home and study. But thanks for the invitation.”

  He nods, looking amused. “That was a polite rejection.” Does the man ever stop? I don’t stick around to find out.

  Walking home, my mind roams to Grayson. After apologising, he just leaves? I pull out my phone and check to see if there are any missed calls or texts from him.

  Nothing.

  I thought Grayson was perfect. At least, perfect for me, but I guess I was wrong.

  Chapter Nine

  Grayson
sits down next to me in class, and I can feel his eyes on me. It’s been five days since I’ve seen him, since we’d had any contact.

  “Hey, Paris,” he says quietly, his tone careful. I glance up. He looks gorgeous as ever, his dark hair slightly damp, dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans.

  “Hello,” I reply, mustering a small smile. I look back down at my notebook.

  “Listen, I need to—” Grayson starts but is cut off when the lecturer stalks talking. Glad for the small reprieve, I try to ignore Grayson as much as I can, and concentrate on the man talking at the front of the room. I can see him glancing over at me out the corner of my eye though, and I know there’s something he wants to say. I’m really not feeling the hot and cold act, and I’m wondering if I should just cut my losses and not talk to him anymore at all. The idea hurts, which means it’s probably the right action for me. It saves me having to quit Toxic, which I was considering—for him. But now… Hell, it’s probably better this way.

  Grayson clears his throat. “Can we talk?” he says in a soft tone.

  I don’t look up. “What about?”

  “You know what about, Paris,” he says. I look over to see his hands clenched on the table, his eyes on me. I see a flash of worry in them, before he manages to contain it. What could he possibly be worried about? He’s the one who made a conscious decision to put space between us, to go away without so much as a word. He was sending me a message, and boy, I got it loud and clear.

  “Where did you go?” I reluctantly ask. I know what Jake told me, but I want to hear it from him.