The One who got Away_A Second Chance Romance

by Mia Ford

  “Happy birthday, mate,” I say awkwardly to Brandon as I walk in to his party, thankfully alone. I didn’t mention the night to Rosa, and somehow it seems that she doesn’t know about it. “Here’s your gift.”

  I hand him the nicely wrapped parcel that the woman in the store sorted out for me. I got him a whole bunch of really nice books to help him through college. I know that he needs more stuff and that he can’t ask his mom for it. So, this seems like the perfect time to help him out a bit. I hope it’s an olive branch too. I want to apologize.

  “That’s really nice,” Brandon replies with a forgiving smile. “Thank you, Zane. I’m glad that you’re here.”

  “Sorry I’ve been a bit…” I scuff my shoe awkwardly along the ground. “You know. It’s Rosa, she’s crazily obsessive and I’ve had some troubles at home as well. You know better than anyone what that’s like.”

  Brandon smiles at me and he throws his arm over my shoulder. I don’t even need him to speak for me to thankfully know that I’m forgiven. He’s a great friend like that, we can have our differences – not that this was even that really – and we can come out the other side stronger than ever. I even think our friendship will survive college. Although, it’s only supposed to be him going off to college, not me as well.

  I decide not to bring that up tonight, not on Brandon’s birthday. I’m not really ready to share anyway. I’ll wait until things have calmed down tomorrow when we can talk better. Who knows, maybe Brandon will even have some advice for me. If anyone is smart enough to get me out of this, it’s definitely him.

  “Let’s go and get some drinks in!” I say loudly instead. “Come on, you only turn eighteen once!”

  The house is absolutely crowded, I’m surprised Miss Hawkin has allowed it but I suppose she wants to give her son a good time. I’m sure she feels guilty for not being there much. She’s an amazing mom despite all of that, I had my birthday three months back and didn’t actually do anything for it because of them. Me and Brandon tried to get into a bar but we immediately got kicked out for looking as underage as we are.

  Despite our young age, there’s quite a bit of booze floating around tonight, all of which I’m sure has been snuck in. Normally I don’t feel this odd sense of anticipation, I just get stuck right in, but I suppose this is the first time that I might actually be involved with the clean up… which sucks. I hope nothing gets broken.

  “I have to ask you,” Brandon turns to me once we both have drinks. “How did you manage to get here without Rosa? She’s been absolutely stuck to your hip the past few weeks. Is she coming later on?”

  “I would love to answer that question with a resounding no, but I can’t be sure,” I reply with a chuckle. “I never mentioned it and nor did she, but then again she didn’t ask me where I am tonight which isn’t like her, so I have to assume that she might crash at some point. I’ll try and get rid of her before she does anything crazy.”

  “Hey, Brandon…” Serena, one of the shyer girls in our class says to him. “I was wondering if you wanted to dance?” Her entire face flames with embarrassment, but still she persists. There’s a lot of this at the moment, the attitude that we’ll all be going our separate ways soon so we have to seize the moment. “If you want to…?”

  Brandon looks to me as if he feels bad for leaving me which is crazy. I want him to have the time of his life!

  “You go, buddy,” I insist. “I’ll catch up with you later. Have a good time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

  “Well, that leaves nothing,” he chuckles, a sound that’s filled with mirth. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

  As he goes, I smirk to myself. It’s quite freeing this attitude that nothing really matters because everything’s going to change soon anyway. Although, in a way, I’ve always been like that. The rules, the commitment, that’s never appealed to me, so I’ve always lived every day a little like it’s my last. It’s just awesome to see everyone else finally catching up with me! Living in the moment is awesome, I don’t ever want to stop.

  I walk through the party, scanning my eyes over everyone. It’s mostly the usual crowd, the one’s who party all the time, but I spot a few new faces too. People who Brandon invited to be kind or because they overheard him discussing it. He’s nice like that, I just hope everyone behaves enough so it doesn’t backfire.

  Who is that? All of a sudden, my eyes find someone brand new. An incredibly sexy girl with the cutest fifties style pin up dress on that I’ve ever seen. It’s red with white dots all over it and makes her look like a sexy model slash house wife that I’ve laid eyes on. My heart actually stops dead in my chest. Oh my God, is that Leah?

  I’ve noticed her growing, I’ve seen her developing, I’ve felt certain ways about her, but it hasn’t ever been like this. It’s as if there’s a spot light on her, as if everyone else has vanished. It’s only her left in the world. Even the noise of the party vanishes into nothing as I stare at Leah as if she’s an angel sent from heaven.

  With her ash blonde hair spilling down her back and her eyes popping under the incredible make up that she has on, she doesn’t look young anymore. She doesn’t look anything like Brandon’s kid sister. She’s a goddess.

  Before I can even think about what to do next, my feet begin walking towards her. There’s an intense pull, dragging me forwards if I want to go or not. A magnet is dragging me, it’s out of my control.

  “H…hi,” I stammer at her as soon as I’m close enough. I sound like the nerdy virgin guy rather than the cocky bad boy that most people know me as. “How are you, Leah? Are… are you having a good time?”

  She sends me a bored smile and flips her hair over her shoulder. As more of her neck and shoulders are revealed to me, all I want to do is sink my teeth into that beautiful, unbroken flesh. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, I’m fully aware that Leah is off limits, but today that’s making her even more appealing.

  “Yeah, all good thanks.” Leah’s eyes are everywhere but on me. “Lots of people here.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I nod along, bobbing my head like an idiot. “I’ve just been talking to Brandon but he got dragged away by one of the girls in our class in the middle of the conversation. He’s a player tonight.”

  He’s a player? What the fuck am I on about? Have I forgotten that this is his sister? Idiot!

  “You talked to Brandon?” She grips onto my arm, finally giving me her full attention. All of a sudden, I can see my distance from her brother has been the main problem. I don’t get the impression that Brandon and Leah talk much about personal stuff, so my behavior must have been bad. I need to explain myself when I can. But not now… still, not now. “You made things up with him? Is everything alright now?”

  “Erm, yes, everything is fine.” It’s hard to focus on her words when her touch has bolts of electricity racing through my skin. It’s almost as if she hasn’t ever touched me before, and the first time is bringing me to life all over. It’s odd, but far too pleasant at the same time. “It’s all good now. We’ll talk properly tomorrow.”

  Leah’s face breaks into a genuine grin. This just reminds me exactly why I need to stay away from her. The Hawkin family have lost a lot. I can’t be the reason that they lose each other as well… even if Leah does have the most incredible red lips known to man, even if I can see down her dress ever so slightly and I like what I see, even if I’ve never seen her legs before and they go on forever. I have to keep control of myself.

  “Is your girlfriend not here?” she asks in a playful tone. “I heard you are joined at the hip.”

  I growl at her and roll my eyes dramatically. “You know me, I don’t do girlfriends.”

  “You will one day. When the right girl comes along, won’t you?”

  I don’t know what it is, but the air between us is so sexually charged that for a moment I get the impression that she might be taking about herself. She can’t be though, if she’s attracted to me then I would have spotted it beforehand. I’m
basically the king of seeing lust from a million miles away. It’s a skill.

  But tonight, there’s definitely something in Leah’s eyes. I haven’t ever seen a guy hanging around her before and I know Brandon’s determined to keep it that way. Maybe kitty is bored of being locked away and she’s desperate for someone to set her free. The idea of taking that crazy step makes me embarrassingly hard. I’m sure Leah can see it, hell the whole room can probably see it. I’m known for being well endowed.

  It’s absolutely impossible for me to drag my eyes off of her. I try, I attempt to for the sake of my friendship and the sake of her family. I need to so I can keep any further drama out of my life, but I can’t. Leah is giving me some kind of look and it’s driving me wild. I haven’t ever been so tempted to lean down and kiss her before…

  “So, where’s your boyfriend?” I ask, trying to break the tension. “He not here?”

  “As if I have a boyfriend,” she giggles and brushes her hand over my arm. “No, I’m here with my friend, Mandi, but she’s kissing some guy too. I guess it’s just me and you, left all alone tonight.”

  The dress is the devil. It’s bringing the vixen out of her. I’m just one man, a hot blooded male with needs, how am I supposed to behave myself for the sake of everyone else? It really isn’t fair. This girl is so sweet and innocent, she’s the forever girl, not the hook ups type, but my God, if my cock doesn’t get what it wants soon I will explode.

  Walk away, I tell myself. Keep yourself under control, end the conversation and leave. Make this right.

  But I already know that I’m not going to do that. I’m under Leah’s spell now, she has me trapped. I don’t think that I’m going anywhere for a very long time. Even if… especially if it means trouble.

  “So, since we’re alone,” I say in a much too flirty tone. “What do you want to do with ourselves?”

  Chapter Seven – Leah

  I know that I’m supposed to be keeping away from Zane tonight, I know that, so why the hell can’t I? Why am I standing here, talking to him, flirting with him, in a way that I haven’t done before? Yes, I’ve had one cup of beer that’s maybe loosened up my tongue a bit, but it hasn’t made me drunk. Just happy.

  I’ll be honest, the moment that Zane came over here with that lustful look in his eyes, I knew that I was in trouble and that sensation has only gotten worse. Now, I’m in too deep. I’m utterly stuck in this mess.

  “Maybe we should just stand around here and chat…?” I say playfully with a half shrug. “Or maybe we should get away from all this loved up madness and we should go somewhere a little… quieter?”

  Did I just say that? What is happening with me? I know the dress has given me confidence, and the booze too, but it’s like I’m a different version of myself. A sexy goddess who’s more than up for some fun. Actually, for one night only, I like this version of me. It feels good to be bold and different, it feels amazing to have Zane’s attention. It might not be the wisest move ever made, but Mandi doesn’t care about being smart, she’s having fun. So are all the other people here. It’s time for me to join the throes and just enjoy myself. Even if that means making a dumb choice. Zane isn’t the happy ever after type, he’s the one night stand type, but maybe that’s what I need just to get him out of my system. Or maybe I’ll be that one girl who changes him…

  “I like your second idea,” Zane replies decisively. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  As we move, Zane slips his hand into mine as if he doesn’t care who sees us. The fact that he isn’t trying to hide me, despite the fact that Brandon’s here, thrills me as much as the electricity that he has racing through my system. The feel of his skin on mine is intense. I love it, I never want it to end. Of course, I am nervous about my brother seeing us, but the excitement of being this way with Zane completely overshadows that.

  He walks towards the stairs, which admittedly surprises me. I guess I thought that we might go outside to get some fresh air and chat, but I suppose he’s right. There will be loads of others out there with the same idea. Upstairs means bedrooms which is privacy but it’s also… well, it’s also all my fantasies come to life.

  That idea is almost overwhelming. Almost. Luckily, I’ve thought about hooking up with Zane so many times that it’s almost like this isn’t the first time. This is just another day, just another time for us to potentially have sex… oh God, there’s a buzzing in my panties. I feel like I might just fall apart here.

  It’s okay, I convince myself with some deep breaths. This is Zane. He’s a good guy, he knows what he’s doing.

  “You know, I cannot remember the last time I saw your bedroom,” he comments idly while squeezing my fingers. “You always have the door closed when I go past. Is it still pink and decorated with teddy bears?”

  “Oh haha,” I shoot back sarcastically. “Wasn’t that when I was about four years old? Are you telling me that you were cool back then? Did you have it decorated with motorbikes, or something?”

  Zane doesn’t answer me. Instead he spins me around, tucking me under his arm then he presses my back against the wall. Danger is everywhere, I can almost feel all eyes upon us, my heart thunders against my rib cage with expectation… but I can’t look anywhere but at him. He’s luring me in with those gorgeous eyes.

  “I have always wanted to kiss you,” he murmurs while tucking his free finger under my chin. My entire body screams out to him, I can barely hold it together. “I don’t know why I haven’t done it before.”

  There are so many reasons, the logical side of me knows that, but right now my brain is absolutely blank. It’s almost as if I don’t have any logic at all, and I’m nothing but sensations. Every fiber within me is screaming out for me to get my first ever kiss from this amazing boy and that’s all I can think about. I have butterflies the size of giant eagles flapping away inside of me, sending me absolutely wild. This moment should be happening, the reason that I can’t forget about Zane is because it’s always been him. He should be my first everything.

  He dips his head, bringing his lips towards me tantalizingly slowly. All I want to do is raise myself up onto my tiptoes to meet him half way, but I can’t. I’m frozen in a fearful, excited anticipation. I count my heart beats, just to stop my legs from collapsing underneath me, just to keep me standing up so I get this kiss.

  One, two… three, four… five, six…

  And then his lips crash into mine and a flurry of fireworks explode within me. What I thought was butterflies is actually rocket launchers. I’m so glad I’m against the wall because I have something to keep myself up. Zane’s lips feel amazing, and his warm tongue that has started darting between my lips is phenomenal. I’m on fire.

  All of a sudden, an inadvertent moan escapes my throat and makes it all the way past my lips, revealing just how excited I am by all of this. I should be embarrassed about that, but Zane grabs me tighter to him, making it okay. He’s the only person that I could feel this comfortable with. I don’t know where I’d be with anyone else.

  “Shall we go into your room?” he eventually mutters into my mouth. “Get some… privacy?”

  Judging by the way that his hands rub up and down my sides, feeling every inch of my curves, I know what he means by that. Zane is giving me a choice and to be honest I already know what my answer will be. This is something that I’ve wanted forever, so I nod willingly and I allow his arms to wrap around my waist.

  We crash through my bedroom door and as it slams behind me everything changes. There’s no thought anymore, it’s all just feelings. Zane peels off my clothes rapidly, my flushed skin becomes revealed to him, and as it does I see Zane’s eyes pop with a happy surprise. It doesn’t seem to matter that he’s probably seen hundreds of other girls naked, loads of them certainly hotter and more attractive here, right now he really wants to be with me. As I spot that lust behind his gaze I find myself leaning closer to him, falling for him harder.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he groans while pulling off his own
top. “I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.”

  Once we’re both more naked than we’ve ever been around one another before, we tumble onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. With Zane’s muscular body wrapped around mine, I feel more right than I’ve ever done before. This is exactly where I want to be right now, Zane is the perfect person to be in this moment with.

  I loop my arms around Zane’s neck as he runs kisses over my cheeks and neck. His fingers trail over my hips, my abdomen, the tops of my thighs… I shudder under the power of it all. Then, eventually his fingers nudge my legs further apart and I feel his velvety finger run along my slit. It’s soaking wet, he has me burning for him, I barely even know what’s happening anymore. As Zane touches me, my hips buck towards him and I roll, pressing myself into him. I want him, I feel like I might die if I can’t have him, and I don’t care how desperate I seem.

  “Are you sure about this?” Zane mutters, allowing his breath to tickle over my throat.

  “Oh, I’m sure.” I know for sure, there isn’t one scrap of doubt in my mind. “I’m really sure.”

  With that, Zane tantalizingly pushes one finger inside of me before he pulls back and leans up onto his knees. I run my eyes up and down his muscular body, drinking in every delicious inch of him. He’s utterly amazing, the best looking guy on the entire planet. I’m gripped with the powerful sensation that I want to make him mine. I want to wrap my body around him, cling to him, and hold onto him forever more. I don’t know if I can leave this at just a one night stand anymore, I want it to be something real. It’s dumb, but I can’t help myself.