NOTE: this story is no longer ongoing. I have some notes about this in the most recent chapter :)
When I finish the last bit of beer, I hold the bottle upside down. "It's all gone."
"It's all gone," she confirms, a serious expression on her face. "What do we do?"
She looks at me expectantly, like I know all the answers to life, even though I'm so drunk, I can't even think straight. I have no idea what I should do, but I sure as hell know what I want to do.
And even though I shouldn't, I really shouldn't, I lean forward until our foreheads are touching, because that's what I want to do.
"This," I whisper, and press my lips to hers.
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Nate's the school player; he gets any girl he wants, when he wants. When Aubrey, the hottest, yet sweetest, girl he's ever met, transfers to his school, he thinks that he's in for a good lay. But after spending a drunken night together, Aubrey offers him something he doesn't expect, and can't refuse - a friends with benefits relationship.
They click surprisingly well, so when Nate finds out why Aubrey is always so uptight, he decides that he's going to help her loosen up a bit. So every Saturday, he comes up with something wild and exciting for her to do.
And every Saturday, they fall for each other, just a little bit more.
I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch.
"I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face."
"Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?"
"Besides scaring you shitless?"
"You didn't-"
"Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers."
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It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months.
It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical.
It's a game with no rules.
And they seem to be breaking them all.
Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts.
#4 in New Adult
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