Prologue
I let out a moan as he bites my lips softly, a jolt of pleasure running through me. His right hand dances in between my thighs, his fingers delicately performing their beautiful magic trick, and I’m reaching cloud9, breathless.
Still, he wouldn't go all the way because I'm a virgin. Am I still a virgin if we've made out in all corners of my room? The only thing we haven't done is s*x.
“Fuck...” a low groan escapes my mouth when his lips traces it's way to my belly.
My fingers instinctively grabs the pink sheets, and my other hand buries itself into his short brown curls.
“Hayden, please, just do it already,” I managed to speak, my legs trembling from the pleasure.
“You know we can't,” his voice comes out as a growl.
I curse under my breath. He knows exactly how to make my body dance to his tunes and just exactly how to say no to me.
As he climbs on top of me, a jolt of electricity runs through my entire body. When his lips meet mine in a passionate kiss, the world around me fades into nothing.
“You're f*****g delicious, though” he remarks, pulling away from me.
He lies next to me, gazing into the ceiling. The only sound in the room is our laboured breaths. All I think of at the moment is how I got to this point. It all started a little over a month ago after Dean and I broke up.
Dean was my boyfriend of seven months, until he was not. On our anniversary, I caught him sleeping with Maxine, that skank.
I was unaware they'd been doing it all the while. Maybe it was because I didn't want to do it yet, and by "it" I think you know what. Coitus. s*x. Yes. That's literally what "it"means. Asshat.
Hayden had just returned home from his studies abroad. A week later at one of Jake's parties, things kicked off between us. Hayden found Life in Saundersville, California boring, that's why he moved to study in Europe.
He is the tall, athletic build guy every girl in the neighbourhood is begging to taste, and begging to have.
You know, the usual bad boy with devilish, devastating handsomeness that draws women to him like a magnet.
I, on the other hand, am the girl nobody ever notices except I do something stupid.
You see, being Hayden's booty call is like a double edged-sword. On one hand, I had access to his inner world, and when we're outside, he acts like I don't exist. It doesn't get any better than that, does it?
“Noone has got to find out about us,” he warned me several times.
Basically, nobody knows we're making out. Not even my best friend, Jake, Hayden's younger brother, who seriously hates Hayden's guts.
If Jake were to find out, gosh he'll freak out! He might even hate me too.
I feel like I'm living a double life—one, where I'm the best friend to sweet Jake and the other, Hayden's b***h.
So, back to Jake’s party.
I had gone into Hayden's room to use the restroom because some horny ass teenagers were having a crazy makeout session in Jake's room. So Jake asked me to use Hayden's.
After I used the restroom, when I got out, I met Hayden laying on his bed, half ass drunk.
Our eyes locked for an instant, and my world seemed to freeze. For the first time, we had a normal conversation without him smashing a pillow into my face or knocking my head.
The way he stared at me, though. There was something about it I couldn't quite understand. It made my eyes flutter. Butterflies filled my stomach and I almost gagged because of how nervous I felt.
We played truth or dare, then he dared me to kiss him.
Holy s**t!
To prove to him that I wasn't a kid anymore, but a super fine eighteen year old—a soon-to-be freshman at that, I f*****g kissed him. It's been over a month and we've been doing it ever since then...in secret.
My biggest, darkest secret—Hayden… my best friend's brother.
