Refuel

Chapter 8

“Fine, I will,” he said and released my hand. I started to turn, when he all of a sudden

bent down and picked me up over his shoulder. The timing was the worst because flashes went

off from outside.

“OMG! Put me down, Kash,” I said, slapping him on his back.

“It’s Kamden. I told you that, Ari, plenty of times,” he replied and pushed open the

women’s bathroom and walked in, not caring if anyone saw us.

“Are you crazy?!” I shouted when he put me down, and I poked him in his chest.

“You know the answer to that already, Ari,” he said.

“Ughh! You get on my nerves,” I said and stomped off toward the door. Kash blocked my

way, and I planted my hands on my hips, waiting to see what excuse he came up with.

“Why are you so mad?” he questioned, and I couldn’t answer that question. Was I hurt

because I was starting to feel something for him or was it because it was Josie? I thought to

myself.

“You’re right, I’m not mad. Can I go now?” I asked.

“No,” he said and grasped my face then covered my lips with his. I wanted to push him

away, but at the same time, it felt so good to be in his arms. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to

me as we both claimed to be the dominant one with pent up-frustration.

I drank in the sweetness of his kiss.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned into his mouth as I went for his pants and unbuckled them.

“Wait, let me lock the door,” Kash said and pulled away.

“Hurry,” I said and watched him check under the stalls afterwards before he stood back in

front of me, trailing kisses down my neck. I wore a low-cut, off-shoulder Versace dress. Not even

taking the time to remove my panties, he ripped them off and tucked them in his pants pocket.

“I’m going to f**k that attitude out of you,” Kash told me.

“I’d like to see you try,” I sassed.