Hi guys! Well, I've been busy as hell and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write but after several attempts and start-and-stops- I've managed to come up with something I feel committed to. I'm about fourteen chapters in on my outline, so the inspiration is here. Thank you, Jesus! My goal is to get a chapter out every week or two. Pleaseee bear with me. I will be taking down the other story I started and then just quit because (just being real) I lost it with that one. Here's my prologue. I love reviews :) Thank you guys for being awesome. As always, no BETA but I'm going to have to look into finding one since I'm gonna trudge through this. I apologize for my mistakes in advance.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters.


I leaned over the sink, wiping the cool towel over my neck and chest. My body was on fire after the last dance, and my heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest and crash to the tile floor in the bathroom. I started mentally replaying the way his eyes lingered over me and how his fingers grazed my lower back as he pulled me against him. I sighed, realizing the wet towel would do nothing to stop the heat that crept across my clammy skin from the brief contact with him.

The door thudded in response to someone knocking and I sighed, only managing to open the door a crack before I was pushed back sternly by a large hand. I immediately recognized the bronze hair in sharp contrast against the white of the wall, as the door to the bathroom closed. "What's wrong?" I whispered.

His eyes were a deep green and hooded as he looked me over for the second time that night, making me feel naked under his gaze. He stayed quiet, only licking his lips in response to my question. "What's wrong?" he repeated my question, pushing off the wall. His eyes flickered over my face and down to my chest, and I sucked in a breath as he closed the distance between us.

I took a step back, only to meet the wall. Why did the bathroom suddenly feel so small? I was nervous and my heart started beating that much more furiously as he stood only inches away from me with his intense glare focused on my face. "Did I do something wrong?"

He laughed, so deep and rich I felt wrapped in it. "Did you do something wrong?" he asked, smirking. He raised his palms to rest on each of the sides of the wall around me, trapping me against the wall, and only inches away from his arms on each side of me and his chest. I could smell the sweet, clean scent of his body again and had to fight the urge to whimper at his proximity. "You don't realize what you do most of the time." He leaned forward, so his face was only an inch or so away from mine and his eyes became that much darker. "Wonder Woman, Bella? Really? You thought your costume would be cute and innocent? That it wouldn't be as dirty and provocative as a Playboy Bunny? Or as naughty as a Cat? A fucking pussy?"

"I like Wonder Woman." sI whispered. I wondered if he could hear my heart hammering against my chest since he was so close.

He smirked again. "Oh, I know..." He licked his lips and lowered his nose so it grazed against the column of my neck. Fuck. "Every guy in that room is looking at you, Bella, thinking about sweet innocent, little Wonder Woman spread eagle in front of them. You know that?" I could feel him inhaling my scent, the warmth radiating from his skin onto mine causing me to break into goosebumps. My panties getting ridiculously wet from his scent and body heat alone. He continued the trail of his nose centimeters away from my throat until he groaned. "You don't even like being the center of attention."

I could feel my nipples hardening under the sweetheart top of my costume. "I don't like it when people look at me."

He chuckled so quietly I almost didn't hear it. He started breathing hard against my neck, his sweet warm breath making me tingle from head to toe. He dropped to his elbows, so his forearms were resting against the wall now, sandwiching me between the wall behind me and oh my god, his extremely, warm hard body. He growled. "Me neither."