It’s probably Lucas calling about Hunter. I bang my head against the door. I kissed two boys in one day. I am a slut. A total slut. And they are two of my roommates. Unbelievable.
“Ok, well, keep me in the loop. I’ll see you and Hunter at home.”
I hear some shuffling and then footsteps before a knock. I sigh, already knowing what Seth would want. I need to remain strong. I can’t give in.
I take a deep breath and open the door, seeing Seth standing there. He smiles down at me. It’s soft. Something I’m not used to at all from him. “Hunter’s going to be okay,” he says, taking a step towards me. I tell myself to step back, but my body remains rooted. Traitorous body. “He has a concussion and a broken hand. His shoulder is still messed up. Probably more so now than before. But he will be okay.”
I nod. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
He steps forward again, an arm reaching around my waist and pulling me towards him. “Now,” he breathes seductively, “where were we?”
Be strong, Rachel.
I pull away from him and I’m glad when my body actually listens to me and creates space between us. “Nowhere, Seth,” I say, rolling my shoulders back. “We were nowhere.”
Seth scoffs and shoves his hands into his pockets. “Really?”
I nod. “Really, really.”
He licks his lips and I remember that tongue toying with mine. The memory lights a fire in the pit of my stomach and I feel that itch in the back of my head, urging me to capture his lips with mine. No, remain strong.
“And may I ask why?”
I shake my head at him. He really needs to ask why this is a bad idea? There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t sleep with him. I don’t even know where to begin. “Because you’re an asshole, Seth.” I scowl at him and cross my arms. “You’ve been an asshole to me since I moved in. And I wouldn’t have any respect for myself whatsoever if I continued whatever it is we were doing.”
I wait for Seth’s response and I’m shocked to see the hurt flash in his eyes. It’s only for a split second and then the usual, dark, cruel Seth appears. “Fine,” he says, turning on his heel. “Your loss, bitch.”
I watch him stalk through the hallway and the kitchen before slamming the apartment door close.
14
SETH
I fumble with my keys, groaning when they fall to the ground and I’m forced to lean over and swallow back the vomit threatening to spew from my mouth. I drank way too much last night. Even after that whole thing with Rachel. I scowl while picking up my keys, immediately reminded why I left in the first place. Stupid bitch blue-balled me. She fucking kissed me and then she left me wanting. Such a fucking cocktease.
I unlock the door and kick it open, peaking around and finding it dark and quiet inside. I slam it close, waiting for Rachel to come out and yell at me to keep it down. It is 4:00 in the morning on a Sunday. I’m sure everyone Rachel is sleeping off a hangover and Lucas is probably passed out at some house party.
I watch Rachel’s door for the longest minute in the world, but there’s no answer and once again I feel irritation set on my shoulders while I stalk towards my room. Fucking bitch doesn’t even want to face me. I know I’m being ridiculous, possibly even childish, but who cares? She’s the one who started this whole mess with first kissing Lucas and then me. I slam my bedroom door close behind me, this time getting a groan from Hunter to, “Keep it the fuck down man!”
I cringe. That’s right. Hunter’s home from the hospital. Dude must be doped up on pain meds. I lean against my door, banging my head against it several times while I try to drown out the images of Rachel dragging me into that kiss on the couch. Her lips had been so soft. I look down at myself, feeling my cock growing hard just recalling her moans when I pushed her down; the way her legs opened and wrapped around my waist.
Sure. That kiss I shared with Rachel was fucking hot. Doesn’t mean anything, though. I smile as my thoughts drift to Millie from the night before. Good ol’ reliable Millie. Flexible. Big breasts. The cool girl next door who doesn’t give a fuck which of us bros she gets to sleep with. I force the memories of Rachel away and think of Millie at John’s house party climbing on top of me, riding me while pressing my face in between her breasts. Who cares if I couldn’t stop thinking about Rachel and that kiss the whole night… or that I kept imagining Millie as Rachel… I grimace, remembering Millie’s sloppy kissing. Or lack thereof. Well, the sex was good… sort of…
I groan and run a hand through my hair, which is probably sticking up and matted in all sorts of places. I feel greasy and slimy as if my skin wants to peal itself away from my body and run away. Last night should have been hot. I had been so fucking horny, anyone would really do. But, it still wasn’t the same… who cares if Millie isn’t the greatest at kissing… or at least not as great as Rachel?
Nope, not this guy. Don’t care one bit. Not at all. Rachel isn’t even hot. Not like Millie hot. She’s just some pitiful excuse of a female and at the time I was just feeling desperate. And right now, I’m just irritated that she didn’t get my rocks off like she seemed to be advertising.
I strip myself of my clothes and stride over to my bed, falling into it. The bed shakes and squeaks with my weight. Work starts in just a few hours and I need
