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She’s probably making out with Blake.

For some reason, that thought made my stomach upset.Advertisement

I stepped outside and took in a deep breath. I looked around and saw Grace talking to a girl and two guys, and neither guy was Blake.

“Stupid Love” by Jason Derulo started playing.

Someone must like this guy because they keep playing his songs.

A hand was suddenly on my lower back, and it began guiding me to the middle of the dance floor. Somehow, I knew it was Blake. I turned to face him and smiled when I saw him.

“You have to dance with me. It’s my birthday.”

I pulled out my phone. It was twelve thirty. “I do believe your birthday was yesterday, Mr. Turner.”

He tilted his head and raised his eyebrow at me. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Just have fun, Alex. Discover what’s out in the world besides Mason.

I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or my slight attraction to Blake, but I wrapped my arms around him and began moving my hips against his. He smiled as he dug his fingers into me a bit more. We slowly moved to the beats of the song, and I closed my eyes as I wished I were dancing with Will.

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I felt a warm breath on my neck.

“Are you thinking of your boyfriend, Alex?”

I opened my eyes and looked at Blake’s lips. I instantly licked my lips, and Blake let out a moan.

“If you are, he is one lucky son of a bitch.”

I couldn’t even think of anything to say, so I smiled. “I should probably head back up to my room. I think I drank too much.”

Blake pulled me closer to him, and I felt his hard dick. He moved his lips to my ear. His hot breath was making me feel light-headed, and I was so confused by what I was feeling. I wanted Will so much, but being in Blake’s arms aroused me.

“I want you to know what you do to me.”

He moved his lips across my neck, not kissing me but just barely brushing them against my skin. My head was spinning, and when he stepped away, he was smiling. He knew what he had done to me. I was a weak and stupid idiot for letting him get to me like he had.

I shook my head and walked away to find Grace.

“Grace, I’m not feeling very well. I think I had too much to drink. I had three Fireballs.”

“You had shots? With who, Alex?”

“Um…a few girls from my calculus class. Grace, I’m not feeling well.”

Grace pulled me to her side, and we made our way back into the commons area. Then, we headed to the elevator. Once we got into our room, I made a run for the bathroom. I hit the floor and began throwing up into the toilet.

“Jesus H. Christ, Alex. How much did you drink?”

I began crying as Grace handed me a warm washcloth. “Too much I guess.”

Grace sat down on the side of the tub and sighed. “I’d say so, Alex. I knew the moment I saw you dancing all up on Blake that you must have had too much to drink.”

I looked up at Grace. “What? I wasn’t all up on him.”

Grace gave me a dirty look. “Please, Alex. I saw the way y’all were dancing. I almost walked over and pulled you away from him.”

“Grace, I wasn’t doing anything. Blake respects the fact that I have a boyfriend.”

“Uh-huh. That’s why he was pushing himself into you and running his lips along your neck.”

I fell back onto my ass. “What the fuck, Grace? Should I dissect your dance with him when you had your ass all up on his dick?”

Grace stood up and looked down at me. “The difference with that, Lex, is I’m not dating anyone.”

She turned, walked out of the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. I sat there on the cold tile floor, trying to make sense out of everything. I got up and brushed my teeth. I decided I would think about it all in the morning when my head wasn’t fuzzy from alcohol.

After making my way back into our room, I stripped out of my clothes, grabbed a shirt, and pulled it over my head. Grace was already in bed. I walked over to my bed, pulled the covers back, and crawled in bed.

I’m so tired. I just need to sleep.

“Alex. Alex!”

I pulled the pillow over my head. “Grace, leave me alone. I have a hangover.”

“Alex, damn it! Get the hell up. Will has been blowing up your phone!”

I sat up faster than I should have. I put my hand up to my mouth, jumped out of bed, and ran into the bathroom. I no sooner got in the bathroom before I was throwing up. I sat down and leaned against the wall.

“Oh my God, I’ve never felt so terrible before in my life.” pqdm.com