Hazed

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by Brittany Butler


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  “I’m coming! I’m coming!” I fire back at the persistent knocker. I open the door to find Hayze standing behind it, he lifts the note I left on his bar. He has switched his jeans for a pair of black athletic shorts.

  “So, this is what it feels like to be left while you’re sleeping?” He points to the note, smirking. My jaw flies open. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m surprised by what comes out of his mouth anymore. I should be used to it by now.

  “You are such a pig!” Scowling, I cross my arms over my chest.

  “Never said I wasn’t,” he says laughs and walks past me. He looks around the empty room, seeing Lea’s not here and lies on my bed.

  “Why’d you leave? We were havin’ fun.” He pats the bed beside him and against my better judgment, I sit. He moves his hand to rest on my back.

  “You passed out… with your head in my lap.”

  “So? You probably watched me sleep, played with my hair, and other weird shit girls do.”

  I blush and duck my head down, hoping he wasn’t pretending to be asleep to see what I would do, because that’s exactly what I did. “Not even close,” I say.

  “If I pass out while we are hangin’ out just wake me up, seriously.” He rises from his back. When he shifts to hang his feet off my bed, our thighs touch. With him inches from my face, I study him. His amber eyes, the stubble lining his jaw, and the mystery scar above his brow.

  “Well, you shouldn’t do that to girls, maybe it was a wakeup call,” I whisper, needing to distract myself from him. I can’t think straight with him this close to me.

  He leans in, holding my gaze. “Maybe it was.”

  I don’t have time to think of a snarky response or move away, his lips touch mine, he pulls back to judge my reaction. His right hand snakes up my neck and rests in my hair. He pulls my mouth back to his, this time it’s not brief. His tongue parts my lips and caress my mouth.

  I used to question why I never kissed anyone, why I didn’t date. Within a second of Hayze’s touch I know the answer. Nothing would compare to this, every nerve in my body awakens as he deepens the kiss.

  I lean back on my bed and prop my body up with my elbows. He pulls back. His eyes are burning as he looks at me. When he pushes himself from the bed, I even out my labored breathing; he sits, this time at the end of my bed with space between us.

  “That was a first for me too, ya know?” He said.

  “You don’t even bother with kissing? You just go straight to home plate?”

  He smirks, “Nah, pulling away from you, having enough respect to stop.”

  “You never cease to amaze me. You made yourself sound like an asshole and a saint all within the same sentence.”

  He laughs and walks over to me. He leans down, places his hands on the outside of my thighs and brushes his lips against mine.

  “See you tomorrow?”

  I nod my head, “Tomorrow.”

 

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