Sweet Addiction: Just One Touch

017. Plain Waffle

xxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxoooxxxooo

………………..

Ava's POV

………………..

As I was mindlessly working on the zipper, Evan flipped me over so that I was on my back, breathing so heavily I thought I'd take away all the air in the room.

Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad option. There'd be none left for Evan, and then he could stop being a perv and get off me!

But did I really want him off of me? I was willing to admit to myself, at least, that I couldn't say yes to that question. Not at that moment. Not with his fiery hands on my stomach, his hot lips on my neck.

I was a girl all about sense, about doing the right thing at the right time. At least most of the time. But suddenly Evan was turning me into a girl I didn't know I could be. A dangerous, wild girl that didn't think so much about what she was doing, but who she was doing it with. His image consumed my thoughts, my mind, and, currently, my actions. If he hadn't been born so gorgeous, there wouldn't have been a chance I'd be doing this.

Okay, maybe I wasn't so wild. After all, most girls in the situation would probably have accepted the beer and would probably be doing the full strip show for Evan right about now, but here I was staring at him, my hands just lying on the bed.

"Why'd you stop?" he breathed onto my neck.

A good amount of spit had appeared in my mouth, and I swallowed it nervously.

Damn, why'd he have to notice?

"Stop?" I sounded weak, weird, and pathetic.

He smiled, kissing my collarbone.

"Yeah, you were really going for it there for a second."

"Ugh, is that all you think about?" I scolded. "Me getting your pants off?"

"Mm…mostly when I'm naked in the shower, fantasizing about you. But it does help, having you under me right now," he smirked.

"Well, you can forget it. It's not happening," I said firmly, surprised that my voice was suddenly able to be firm.

I rolled us over so that I was on top again, and he smiled. "Aggressive, I like it."

Rolling my eyes, I got off of him and tried to get off the bed.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me back. Of course he would.

I landed on his chest and found myself looking into his eyes again. I needed to start keeping a record of how many times this happened. Maybe it could become a world record soon.

Lost in his eyes, he took advantage of the dangerous weapons and flipped me over again. "Feel that?" he asked, pressing his package very near my private area. "I'm so hard, doll, you can't leave me here like this."

My face burned with embarrassment. Yes, semi-wild Ava was officially gone and timid, awkward Ava had arrived.

"I know you're hot for me, Ava, whether you admit it today…or thirty years from now when we're married with ten children."

I laughed, it simply couldn't be helped. For him to be able to think that meant he was obviously insane and had no business being on top of me right now. I gave him a good shove, hoping it would be the last for awhile.

"Evan, you really need to learn better pick up lines than that."

"But, darling, I've already picked you up. I'm just trying to lay you down now," he winked.

"Well, seems you've already succeeded, you disgusting pig. I am so going for a waffle now."

"All that heat you felt made you damn hungry, right?" he smirked. Damn that smirk, damn it!

I straightened my shirt and grabbed my purse. "See you hopefully never!" I shouted as I walked out the door and practically floated down the long staircase.

"Thanks a lot! Now I've gotta take a cold shower!" he shouted after me, slamming the door. Wow. Who knew Evan could be so dramatic? Ha.

I shook my head, trying to erase the image of Evan in any type of shower. Then, for some reason, my thoughts flew to Hunter.

Hunter. I felt so far away from him. I missed him. He was the one I wanted. Evan was just messing with my head. He had nothing better to do. But I had to do something before I went crazy.

The air conditioning hit me with a blast as I turned on the engine to my car and sped off down the street. It was just what I needed.

Soon I was driving into the Panfle lot, and what catches my eye but Hunter's car parked right in front of the entrance to the restaurant, with a convenient open space right next to it?

It was fate. It had to be a sign. I was meant for him. Not for Evan.

But my suddenly good spirits were put on hold as I looked through the window and saw her sitting across from him. She seemed to be laughing about something, and had her hand resting casually on his. Just the thought of it sent my stomach into knots I didn't know could be formed.

I was about to turn around, skip the waffle and slip back into my car, hopefully unnoticed, when he looked out the window and waved.

Self consciously, I looked around to see if there was anyone else he might be waving at, and when I looked back he seemed to be laughing at me.

It was pretty ridiculous, that I couldn't just accept the fact that my best friend was waving at me.

A breath was inhaled before I slowly made my way inside the restaurant.

"Just one, today?" the hostess asked.

I smiled pleasantly, "Yes, just me."

She led me to a table, and of course with my luck, it was the one right across from Hunter's and…Aly's.

The name still put disgusting thoughts into my head.

Hoping to appear unfazed by the whole situation, I leaned over, casually, "So, how's the pregnant life, Aly?"

I smirked, quite pleased with myself. The look on her face was almost too priceless to bear without laughing out loud. I didn't want to cause a scene or anything, though, knowing that my laughter would be extremely piercing, so I didn't dare try. But, the urge was there, nevertheless, and the look on her face I would never forget.

She moved out of the booth seat across from Hunter and slid into the one across from mine. She actually had the nerve to come sit at my table. It was unbelievable.

"He…he told you about that?" she asked, seemingly incredulous.

Not knowing what to do, I just smiled and sipped my water before saying, "Should he have kept it from me? I mean, I am his best friend. The one he tells every dream and secret to. I think that entitles me to know something as big as this."

The waitress came by to take my order.

"Can I get you girls anything?" she asked, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Oh, I'm not actually with her," Aly explained, as if it would be the worst thing in the world if she was here to eat breakfast with me.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll just have a cup of coffee and a plain waffle, please."

The waitress nodded, giving Aly a questioning look before walking off to put in the order.

"Thanks, Al. That was sweet of you to let her know."

"Whatever. Look, this was not planned, and I don't care what you think of me, I did not force Hunter to get me pregnant so that I could stay with him."

Woah. Where was this coming from?

"You know, I wouldn't actually have thought of it until you just mentioned it, Aly. I know Hunter isn't the guy that would ever do something like that, if you were pregnant or not. He would only be with a girl if he truly liked her. So, consider yourself lucky and don't bitch some excuses at me when I haven't even asked?"

She just stared at me for a second.

"Right. Well, have a nice day." She put a fake smile on and then went back to her lover boy.

Cringe.

My coffee was delivered and before I could take my first sip, Hunter had slid across from me.

Good grief. Can I not just enjoy a cup of coffee alone?

"Hey, Avacakes. Um…you…didn't give her a hard time, did you?" he asked, a blush forming on his perfect cheeks.

I wanted to melt. More than that, I wanted to be the stupid reason he was blushing.

But I wasn't, so I had to get over it.

"Why would I do that?"

"Ava, I know this is weird. I never imagined it either. But…if we're going to be having a baby together, and if you're going to support me, then I would expect you'd try to be at least a little cordial to Aly as well."

I sighed. "Look, Hunter. You're my best friend, and you always will be. But Aly is certainly not my friend, never has been, and probably never will be. You know what type of girl she is, Hunt. And you knew what you were getting into when you asked her to be your girlfriend, didn't you?"

He scratched his head, not meeting my gaze. Exactly. He had no clue what he had gotten himself into.

He sighed, "Oh, Ava. I don't know what to do. I'm not the type of guy who just abandons his knocked up girlfriend. But…I just can't be a dad…" He put his face into his hands. He was hurting.

"Well, if she really is pregnant, then you already are a dad, Hunter. Nothing can change that."

He looked up. "What do you mean, 'if she really is pregnant'?"

"Well…have you thought that maybe she's lying?" I made sure to keep my voice down, since Aly really wasn't that far away and was probably trying to hear all of this.

"Lying? Why would she…" He paused, seeming to get it.

"Mmhmm," I said, taking a bite of my waffle. "Some girls do try it, you know. It works for a little while, at least until their stomachs don't start showing anything. You didn't recently threaten to break up with her, did you?"

"No. Of course not. I…I l-"

No. No, I wasn't going to hear that. Not that word. Not from him. Not about…her.

"Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it too much. Not until you see a bump, a real bump, at least."

He nodded. "Thanks, Ave. I'd better get back to her now. She'll start getting all grumpy on me."

I murmured, "Lovely."

I was about three quarters of the way finished with my waffle when yet another body slid in across from me.

Oh, for Heaven's sake-

"Heya, Avypoo," he said, beaming at me with that killer smile.

I shot another glance over at Hunter, who I could tell was looking sideways now at Evan.

I smiled, putting my fork down.

"What brings you here?" I asked pleasantly.

"Beer ran out."

"Too bad," I said, popping another bite in my mouth.

"Want to feed me a bite of that?" he asked, grinning.

"Not really. But you can feed yourself, I'm full," I replied, sliding the plate across to him.

He took a bite, then reached over and took my hand. My body temperature immediately rose several degrees.

"Your hand is nice and soft."

"Thanks," I said. "I remembered to use lotion this morning."

This conversation was slightly awkward and dull.

"So I was thinking…" he said, "that maybe you and I could go back to my room after this and try that again."

I raised a brow. "Try what, exactly?"

He winked. "You know…the dance between the sheets."

A/N:

Almost five months. I know, I'm horrible.

I've been trying for so long to finish this chapter, and I just…I know, it's not very good. But here it is, anyway.

Review, please? I've missed reviews for this so much. :-)

xoxo, Hopelessdreamer07