Sweet Addiction: Just One Touch

016. Beer Isn’t Sweet

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Ava’s POV

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My head was nearly throbbing as I lied on Evan’s bed, spent from all the crying I’d continued to do since he had left. In all honesty, I hadn’t wanted a waffle as much as I’d just wanted to be alone somewhere other than my house for a little while. But my stomach was starting to growl as I rolled over on my side, staring at a poster across the room, and wondered what could be taking him so long.

I looked over near his window and saw a picture of him on a little table that sat beneath it. My lips curled upward softly, remembering the way he’d looked back when we were just kids. Kids who hated each other, but kids nonetheless. Although I’d hated him at the time, looking at the picture made me realize just how cute he really was back then.

I rolled over and got off the bed, creeping over to where the picture lay so I could hold it in my hands. Even though I kind of saw a little monster all those years ago, in this picture he looked like just a regular little kid, smiling away as his mother snapped a shot. It made me sad that we couldn’t have gotten along back then.

Maybe things would have been different now.

But there was no use dwelling on the past, I thought, putting the photo back on the table. It was over and done with, and there was no going back.

Behind me, I heard a door slam and shrieked loudly, jumping back away from the table.

Evan stood with three beers in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other.

I blinked, a little frightened from the look on his face and the objects he held, but remained fastened to my spot.

He set the items down on his bed and walked back to the door, locking it. Gulping, I wondered why he was doing this and if I would be able to make a run for it if I needed to.

“Well, Avy dear, let’s get drunk, what do ya say?”

“I say go jump off a bridge first and we’ll see.”

“Very funny…”

“This is funny. What the hell are you doing, Emerson?”

“Avy, you need to loosen up a little bit…you’ve been pretty tense the past few days. I just figured maybe…you know…in the privacy of my own room you might like to share a beer with me?”

He asked it so nonchalantly that I almost would’ve liked to laugh in his face about the whole thing, if I hadn’t been so livid.

“Where the friggin’ hell did you get beer?! And no, I don’t want to ‘share a beer’ with you! I asked for a flippin’ waffle and you get beer?!”

I couldn’t believe how dumb he could be with that gesture. And to think I’d just reminisced on a childhood that I would’ve liked to change if we could have been friends.

Psh.

Forget friends.

I could see we were nowhere near to such a word.

“Forget it…I’m leaving!” I exclaimed, going toward the door, fully prepared to get past him and out of there by any means necessary.

My plan was just a little ruined though, when I felt an arm come around my waist and pull me backward.

Evan, being the Evan he is and not even needing a drink to be clumsy, seemed to have pulled a little too hard because before I knew it we were sprawled on the bed again.

This just had to stop happening.

“Seems you can’t help but end up here with me.”

His voice was husky and I noticed the tone. My heart thudded so hard against my chest I thought I would have a heart attack any second.

I knew at that moment he wasn’t just doing this whole thing to help me out.

He was into me.

Just thinking that way scared me more than anything else. He’d always been this bad boy that I couldn’t get along with, and it frightened me to think I could end up being just as turned on by him as he seemed to be by me.

Unless I was misreading the signals. But currently all signals pointed toward us ending up on or in the same bed together. So it had to mean something.

“Maybe you should just let me leave, then,” I croaked, hating the way my voice sounded. I didn’t want him to misread my signals.

Then again, I wasn’t sure what my signals were exactly. I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to get away from him or have him take me in his arms and kiss me senseless.

I was on top of him. I could’ve easily gotten up and tried for the exit again. His arms weren’t even around me; it didn’t seem he was even going to try to hold me down.

It was like he knew I wasn’t going to do anything.

Except for what I did do.

As soon as the contact was made, his arms came around my back and his hands traveled down to my waist. His tongue slid in to meet mine, and suddenly I was so turned on I didn’t care about anything else.

Warm hands met my back as they came up under my shirt, and before I knew it my bra had been unclasped. It wasn’t until I was reaching for his pants zipper that I realized what we were doing here.

How had me yelling at him over bringing back beer suddenly turned into me about to lose my virginity?

Hell no. It wasn’t happening like this.

Was it?

A/N:

Yes, it HAS been nearly four months since I last updated. I’m so, so sorry! But I’ve decided to post this short chapter up, since it is definitely long due.

Sorry for the shortness…but it’s better than nothing, right?

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Thank you if you’re still reading, and thank you to my new readers as well! Please review so I have more encouragement to keep writing this story! I appreciate it so much!

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