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Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn’t even know it.
the irony of her words omg.
“Found her,” Lo says with a tight, bitter smile.
Lo guzzled more whiskey than a grown man. And I had sex in a public bathroom for the very first time. Our indecencies became our rituals, and our families didn’t need to know about them.
okay wait. I LIKE THIS. i thought they'd be strangers meeting, but they already know each otherrr. FRENDS. TO. LOVERS.
“We’ll pretend,” he tells me. “Come on, love.” He taps my ass. “Into the car.” I barely stumble on his frequent use of love. In middle school, I told him how I thought it was the sexiest term of endearment. And even though British guys have claimed stake to it, Lo took it as his own.
AWHH.
I bite my lip, imagining what sex would be like with Loren Hale. The first time was too long ago to remember well.
THEY ALREADY DID IT????
He observes me. Every little movement. And my heart speeds. “Is she watching us?” I whisper, wondering why he suddenly looks like he wants to devour me. It’s part of our lie, I remind myself. This isn’t real. But it feels real. His hands on me. His warmth on my soft skin.
“And as your boyfriend,” he murmurs, “I really hate to share.” Then he playfully nibbles my neck, and I smack him on the arm but fall victim to his teasing. “Lo!” I shriek, my body squirming underneath his teeth that lightly pinches my skin. Suddenly, his lips close together, kissing, sucking the base of my neck, and trailing upward. My limbs tremble, and I hold tightly to his belt loops. He smiles, in between each kiss, knowing the effect he has on me. His lips press to my jaw…the corner of my mouth…he pauses. And I restrain from taking him in my arms and finishing the job.
OH????
After a long moment, something clicks in his head, horrified. “Tell me you didn’t blow some guy.”
IMCRYINGG.
We’re in a three-year long fake relationship. We live together. He’s heard me orgasm from one room over. I’ve seen him sleep in his own puke. And even though our parents believe we’re one small step from engagement, we’ll never have sex again. It happened once, and that has to be enough.
sure.....
“You, shower. Me, pizza. Tarzan eat Jane.” He bites my shoulder.
he's literally so fine HELLO.
The water washes away the smell and grime, but my sins are here to stay. The memories don’t vanish, and I desperately try not to imagine this morning. Waking up. I love the sex. It’s the after part that I haven’t quite figured out yet.
He smiles into a sip of his glass. When he brings it down, he licks his lips. “Do you want me to unbutton them, love, or should I wait for you to get on your knees first?”
LORENNNN.
“You’re wearing a robe,” Lo rebuts. “I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” “When we were kids,” I retort. “And I’m sure your breasts haven’t grown since then.”
GODDAMN.
Not thinking, I place my hand on his and shift his fingers towards the throbbing spot. I push them inside of me. He stiffens.
BRO. HELLO???
“Go ahead. You can always get a cab.” Ulterior motives glimmer in his eyes. He’s imagining what I’ll do drunk, considering I wasn’t too prudish sober. But that was before. And this is now—when my hunger to get laid has diminished considerably. At least with him. “She doesn’t want it,” Lo snaps, clenching his fifth beer so tightly I think it might shatter. “I thought you told me I could ‘have at her?’” Dillon asks, using air quotes for effect. “That was before you started fucking with my ride home. I need her sober, so go find another girl to buy blue volcanoes for.” “Blue Lagoon,” I correct
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LITERALLY WHAT????
“Can I have your number?” he asks. Lo tucks his wallet in his back pocket. “She doesn’t know how to say no. So I’m going to do it for her.” Thank you. But instead of actually saying anything, Lo flips him off.
OKAYYYYY. awh, he knows her so well.
Lo understands what it’s like to turn into a needy freak, but I still can’t look him in the eyes.
“You’re a big girl, Lil,” he says after a moment of silence. I hear him stir ice into his drink. “If you want to hook up with someone then you should be the one to kick them out. I’m not stopping you from having sex.” I don’t know why it feels like that or why his words upset me so much. I don’t move until I feel Lo stealing my newly bought phone from my pocket. I frown as he scrolls through my contacts and lands on a number for a male escort service. He dials and presses the receiver to my ear while he sips his drink.
He shrugs noncommittally, but the muscles around his shoulders tense.
jealous??!!!?!
I stay on my knees, panting as I reach up for the faucet nozzle. I turn the water to the coldest cold. It sprays down on the both of us, and within ten seconds, Lo sputters awake, spitting out water from his mouth like I’m drowning him. I turn the water to a warmer temperature, and he tries to right himself, lifting his torso off my lap. He slips when he attempts to simply lean on the tiled wall. His eyes close and open sluggishly. He still hasn’t spoken a word.
His addiction scares me sometimes. Alcoholism can destroy livers and kidneys, and one day, he may not wake up from a night of bingeing. But how can I tell him to stop? How can I judge him when I am nowhere near ready to let go of my crutch? So for right now, this is the best I can do.
“Have fun?” I ask while my fingers basically give him a scalp massage. He nods slowly, and his gaze lowers to my bra—beige and now pretty much see-through. Uh…
MHMMMM.
“You’re not in my spank bank, Lo.” I think he might complain or laugh, but he looks confused and kind of hurt. I don’t have time to dig through the meaning.
My finger slips, hitting a random button. “Ahhh, baby, right there, right THERE!”
BRO LILYYYY. OH MY GOD.
Lo presses his knuckles to his lips, trying desperately to hide his grin.
LOREN HAS ME WEAKK.
“Take me in the ass. Please, please!!! Ahhh!” the girl cries.
this is so embarrassing omg. LILY, YOU'RE SO SO STRONG.
“Oh…God!” She starts screaming as he finds the right spot. He must be good in bed, and I find myself wishing she’d go away. What does it matter if he has a girl in the room? I told him he needed to have sex. And he’s having it. I should be happy he’s finally getting laid.
girl, 'cause you wish that was you :') SOON.
Lo’s headboard. Into my wall.
damnn.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Good God.
my reaction exactly.
Rose constantly fights for the right to go stag, since no guy can ever live up to her impossible standards.
not for long......
“I’m working on it.” She usually takes Sebastian, her go-to arm candy, but apparently he’s ditching her this year for his boyfriend. I listened to her rant about it all last week, and I think she’s out of fire to reignite the same conversation.
connor can go with you .....!
Want to hang out? – 215-555-0177 Must be a guy I drunkenly gave my number to after we hooked up. I usually keep personal information to myself, considering it provokes attachment and stalking.
uhhh. i don't trust this.
“What?” His chest collapses and lines crease his forehead. “Since when do you do that?” “Since yesterday.” His jaw clenches in reproach. “Are you taking the car?” The elevator buzzes angrily since he has the doors propped open for so long. I push his arm off and he takes a step back. “No,” I tell him. “It’s all yours. I plan on drinking.” “Lily,” he says. “Don’t do this.” The elevator doors begin to close. “Lily!” He tries to stick his hand in, but they shut before he can. “Dammit,” I hear him curse, leaving me with one last view of him inhaling a sharp breath.
mmm. HE CARESSS.
Jonathan Hale’s shoes clapped off in the distance, and Lo didn’t return to the den for what seemed like ten more minutes. When he finally came back in, his eyes looked red and swollen and puffy, and I stood up and walked towards him, letting my emotions guide me.
“fucking…two guys. That has to end. What if they hurt you?”
loren omg.
“I’m here for you. Always.”
“Who was it? Did he hurt you?!” Lo frantically scanned my body, looking for wounds.
“Should I guess?” Lo asked. His chest rose and fell with hurried concern. Before I could respond he was pacing the length of the room and spouting off questions. “Were you a virgin? Have you done this often? Do you want to do it again?” He stopped and ran a shaky hand through his hair. “What the hell did he ask?!” “Want to fuck my friend?” I said in barely a whisper. Lo dropped the bottle and it landed in a loud thunk on the hardwood floor.
BRO IS SO STRESSED. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH, GOD.
“LO! LO!” I scream, frantic. Ten seconds later, he runs into the room, eyes suddenly sober. “What’s wrong?” he says, panic-stricken. “Daisy is coming over.” His muscles slightly relax, and he combs shaking fingers through his hair. “Jesus, Lil. I thought you were hurt. Don’t call my name like that unless you’re bleeding.”
IMDEAD
He sucks hard on my neck, and a sound catches in my throat.
LO.
My nerves still thrum from the aftermath, and he subconsciously licks his bottom lip, leaning against the counter as he watches me grow redder.
HE'S SO??!!!
“Technically…” I say, eyes on his chest. “…this is my room too.” “Yeah?” He sets the photo back on the shelf above me, and before I can turn and snatch it, he clasps my wrists in a tight hold. He stretches my arms behind my back. Oh my God. “Lo,” I warn. “If this is your room, then make me believe it.”
if kindles allowed you to anecdote with pictures, ya'll would be sick of me. HOLY.
Before I ask, he spins me around and leans my stomach against his desk but keeps my wrists in his hands, pinning my arms to my back.
loren. hale.
“Lo…ren,” I say his name that feels funny on my tongue. “Ren…lo.” I smile stupidly.
AA she's so cute
“I should have just had sex with you.”
YOU SHOULD'VE!!!!
It isn’t until we leave the apartment that it dawns on me. I haven’t had sex in over twenty-four hours, and Lo hasn’t consumed his usual amount of alcohol since he watched me all night. And we’re about to be sequestered on a boat. With my family. This just got a whole hell of a lot worse.
“You,” I hear Lo’s voice. The server’s shoes clank on the floor, coming towards us. Oh my God?! What is Lo doing? “What would you like?” “Stop staring at my fucking girlfriend,” Lo says, topping it off with a bitter smile. “That’d be great, thanks.”
OKAYYYT.
“I’ll take a Fizz.” “You mean a bourbon and Fizz?” he retorts in challenge. Oh shit. “No, I mean a regular Fizz.” The server says, “But you’ve been drinking bourbon all day, Mr. Hale. Are you sure you don’t want another one?” “You’ve been drinking hard liquor all day?”
WHO IS THIS SERVERRR. PISSING ME OFF. STOP RUINING EVERYTHING???
He licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pissed. When his eyes meet mine, he finally says, “Did you orgasm?” My entire body flushes. “Not really,” I mumble. He nods to himself, staring dazedly at the ground. “Did you get aroused from me or him?”
HELLO?????? HE'S PISSED OMG.
“Stop.” His voice sounds pained again. “Just…stop.” I’m so confused. “What do you want me to do? I can’t go without it. You’re drinking!” It’s so unfair. “Why can’t I have sex?” “Because we’re supposed to be together!” he yells. “You’re supposed to be my girlfriend.”
just have sex with him. i swear omg. this man is CRAVING it until you come around.
