Eat Me

ChapterTwo

The queue for the girls' bathroom was ridiculous, so when I noticed an opening for the guys, I stumbled in like I had a p***s of my own. The stench of piss burned my nostrils, and it took everything in me not to break my hovering stature and plant my bum on the sticky seat.

“Shut the f*ck up,” my voice came out before I could even process what I was saying, granted the voice – my voice, was only responding to the various ‘is that a girl in the sh*tter?’ And ‘reckon she wants someone to join her in there?’ type of comments from the guys in the bathroom.

Can a girl not take a piss in the guys' bathroom in peace?

As gracefully as I could manage, I slowly pulled the door open. I may have just stumbled in here like I didn’t fully give a f*ck, but inside I still wanted to be seen as someone at least moderately attractive.

Only, the broad, solid wall of muscle, covered in a somewhat loose black t-shirt blocked my exit. Biting down the urge to reach out and touch this ‘bathroom God’, my bottom lip found its way rather hastily between my teeth before practically whispering, “the bathroom’s all yours.”

A tinge of crimson rose over my cheeks.

He smirked, positioning himself to lean against the door frame, giving a gentle nod for me to pass.

I glanced up at his towering height; probably around six feet, give or take an inch, though compared to my tiny five-foot three, he was a giant.

I slid past him, ever so careful not to be sandwiched in between him and the wall of the cubicle. Although presently, a sandwich sure sounded good…

I made sure not to look back. The last thing I wanted was to have him witness me checking him out like a creep.

In to the crowd I swam, ready to pound some extra shots back before making mistakes that I’d be glad I wouldn’t remember in the morning. But first, like sardines in a can, I was pushed up against by dripping, gyrating bodies, coating me in their designated perfumes mixed with sweat and s*x. I needed to find my way back to my friends and I wouldn’t manage smooshed up in the crowd.

I climbed the stairs to the floor overlooking the DJ booth; a room more set up for cozying up on stained sofas and getting fingered by a random-er than for actual dancing. From here, you could better see the floor below, albeit like a blind man feeling his way through a jigsaw puzzle, still marginally better than you’d think.

“If you’re looking for your boy, pretty sure he’s found a new plaything,” the deep, raspy voice was unfamiliar in my ear, yet I couldn’t contain the playtime of butterflies exploding in my stomach. Goosebumps tickled my arm with the exciting but casual touch of this new body brushing against me. Craning my neck up over my shoulder, my eyes took in the sweet sight of him – Bathroom God.

Sh*t, if he knew that’s how I referenced him, he definitely wouldn’t be talking to me.

“He’s not my boy,” I followed my sights to where he was now pointing. The need to explain my connection to Warren was so stupid, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Warren though, well, he was talking in some pretty blonde's ear whilst she had her arms around his neck, oblivious to us watching from the second floor.

“Besides,” I cleared my throat, “he can go home with whoever he wants.”

There was a pause. I could feel his breath tickling my neck, like a cool breeze on a sweltering day.

“And what about you?”

The question caught me by surprise. My heart was all but ready to burst out of my chest.

I turned to face him, music pumping in my ears. The beaming strobe lights of the club made time feel slower, everything moving like the pace of a Tetris game. First you were here and then you were there. But even in the dim lighting I could make out the slicked back, dark blonde of his hair, the tattoo on his neck.

“What about me?” I breathed, trying not to sound like I was too eager, but also the alcohol had me questioning if this was even happening.

He smirked, taking a step closer, our bodies pressed against one another.

Oh, how badly I wanted his hands on me.

As if reading my thoughts, his eyes bore into mine and between the flickers of the strobes above, I could make out earthy greens and golden hues.

Sh*t.

Unconsciously, my hand reached for him, placing it on his chest, fully closing the gap between us. His spicy aftershave wasn’t overpowering, more like a warm cloud that engulfed my senses. Without breaking eye contact, his hand traced up my left side, from my hip to the side of my breast, a trail of ice in its wake.

“Cas, you f*ckin’ wh*re!” A girl screamed across the room. A familiar scream at that.

Bathroom god raised his brow as he eyed the cause of the high-pitched squeal, breaking the spell I was momentarily under.

F*cking Bev and her impeccable timing.

“Shame,” he lifted his hand to his chin, rubbing over his stubble as if he was contemplating something, whilst I was left standing there like a guy with his d**k in his hands, heat radiating off me with nothing but disappointment on my face. He turned and moved towards the stairs, passing a stumbling, none the wiser, Beverly, who was making a beeline straight for me.