Chapter 25
Jase
“Stacia, quit!” I chuckle, unable to stop myself, because it turns out after about ten beers, the tight
feeling in my chest bes numb. And my equally drunk ex-girlfriend is a distraction I can’t seem to
turn down. She’s on the couch next to me, trying to tickle me. I forgot how grabby she gets after a few
drinks.
Stacia removes her hands from under my shirt and bites her lip. The practiced look of seduction on her
face is familiar andforting. It would be so easy to fall back into things with her, even if it’s not what I
really want. But my brain is tired of trying to work through what I had with Avery, and how I feel now. I
wish I could un-see those images and go back to not knowing, but that’s not possible. At first I was
pissed at Stacia for thrusting that girl’s phone in my face and showing me my innocent, sweet Avery
being anything but sweet, or innocent. But after I got done cursing and punched the wall a couple of
times, I knew Stacia wasn’t the one I was mad at.
The party around us has died down significantly, and there are just a few of us left – the guys that live
here and their hookups. I know Stacia is waiting patiently tonight to see if she’ll have a shot with me,
and honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t even decided yet. Which probably means my dick will decide for
meter. And since he’s easily fooled by Stacia, I have a feeling I know what’ll happen.
Avery and I were never official, and after the way her past was thrown into my face like that… I don’t
owe her anything. She left the other day without saying anything else, though what could she say after I
saw numerous pictures of her with another guy’s junk in her mouth? God, I hate that this side of her
even existed. The urge to hit something again spikes inside me, just as Stacia leans closer.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispers.
I push the images from my head and curl my fingers around Stacia’s, needing something warm and
familiar to grasp onto. “Come on.”
* * *
I lie in bed, waiting for Stacia to return from the bathroom, wondering what the fuck I’m doing. When
she appears in the doorway and saunters toward my bed, I curse themp on my dresser currently
lighting the room. This would be easier if I didn’t have to look at her, because my mind won’t stop
comparing her to Avery. Avery’s soft auburn hair, those wide green eyes.
When Stacia straddles myp, I let my eyes slip closed. And when she leans down to kiss me, I fight to
turn off my brain. Yet it’s impossible not to notice that her mouth doesn’t fit against mine like Avery’s,
that she smells different, that she wears too much perfume.
“Wait.” I break the kiss and Stacia opens her eyes. “Go turn off the lights.”
She frowns. “You never used to want the lights off.”
“I know, but I do now.”
She bites her cheek, her mind working, but she dutifully climbs from myp and crosses the room to
switch off themp. Once the room is lit by just the dim moonlight, she saunters back toward me,
removing her shirt and bra before she reaches the bed. The familiarity of her shouldfort me, but
my mind is reeling.
She rubs a manicured hand against my uninterested cock. “Just rx, Jase. Let me take care of this
tonight.”
Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.
I don’t want her. But would it be so bad to do this? To let her try and make me forget the girl I really
wanted? Stacia knows we aren’t together. We’ve been down this road before. It won’t change anything
between us. Stacia’s fingers fumble with my belt buckle and I close my eyes again, fighting to make
myself rx.