Moonstar

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

I startle awake. Disoriented, I look around the disorganized room still bathed in shadows of the break of dawn. Where am I? My eyes land on the bass guitar leaning against the chest of drawers. Memories of last night slowly trickle back to my consciousness. Band practice, a few beers, the steady pulsing between my legs, Kai kissing me, me kissing him back. Awareness washes over me at the feel of bare skin on mine, a groan escaping me as I shut my eyes. As if by doing so, I'm also warding off the mistake of last night. It doesn't.

Dingdingdingding... Dingdingdingding...

Calloused palm flattens on my stomach, pulling me closer to the warm body spooning me from behind, and I immediately push it away before sitting up and swinging my legs to the side of the familiar bed.

"Come back to bed," Kai groans, patting the now empty space beside him as I crouch around the floor, retrieving my underwear.

'Tangina, Luna. What were you fucking thinking last night?

"Where'd you put my bra?" I demand after pulling my panties on.

On his side facing me, he cracks one eye open and lets out a yawn as I wriggle into my black leggings. My tits, although there really aren't much of them to begin with, remain exposed to his gaze.

"Stay. Please," he rasps.

The sound of his plea stops me from combing through his dirty clothes on the floor and chair. I look at him and sigh. His puppy-dog eyes no longer do it for me. I don't feel anything for him and sleeping with him last night was a mistake I now regret at the first light of day.

Foregoing the bra, I pull my shirt over my head and say in a clip voice, "I can't."

"Do you have to work?" he asks, sitting up and giving me an eye-full of his abs I remember running my hands all over last night.

I peel my eyes off him and grab my phone from his nightstand, checking it for calls or messages. The time on my screen indicates it's just a few minutes before six but I already have two calls and one text message from the cleaning company asking me if I can take on a job this morning at seven. I reply in the affirmative. It's gonna be a long-ass day but I'm looking forward to the distraction.

"I could cook breakfast, then maybe we could talk?"

"Can't. I have work in an hour." I sit on his lone chair covered in clothes and lace slip my feet into my boots, lacing them up and making sure my knife is safely tucked in.

"What about lunch? What time are you free?"

Standing up, I shrug my coat on and slip my phone into its pocket. "Listen, Kai. Last night was a mistake. You and I, we're not happening again. I'm not getting back with you."

Hurt flashes in his eyes but I don't look away. I stare right back at him with a blank face, making sure he knows I'm not bullshitting around. Last night, after band practice at The Garage, we came back to their flat and had a few drinks. I thought letting out my frustration using the drums would do it for me but I still felt so wound up after spending the entire day with Apollo.

The last image of him had plagued my mind and had caused a burning sensation to spark and travel all over my body, settling to a steady pulse between my legs that I couldn't ignore. Him mounted on a beautiful horse, wearing his polo uniform, and hitting that fucking ball around with that wooden mallet... the combination of all of those was so hot, I was enrapt. And I didn't even fucking understand that stupid game! All I knew was I had to get out of there before I started rubbing my legs together furiously while seated at the stands while that self-absorbed Alexa spied on me from across.