The party was at full speed at my four-story home. I was in the living room with everyone else. That was considered the dance floor. I closed my eyes and drank from the bottle of vodka in my hand. I moved my hips to Fall Out Boy's "My songs know what you did in the dark."

That's when it hit me. I'm hungry.

I grabbed the closest guy near me and compelled him.

"It's ok. Don't Scream. I just want a taste."

I sank my fangs into the guy's neck and got my fix.

I retracted my fangs and stepped back from the guy.

"Okay. Go clean yourself up."

I saw my vodka bottle was empty and went into the kitchen for some beer. I felt someone pull my hair back and put his lips to my ear.

"Did my Emily miss me?"

I got a clean red cup and filled it with beer from the keg.

"Kol, what are you doing here? I'm not your girl, remember? You made it very clear after our one night fling."

"Actually, I came to talk to you about that. I would like to pick up where we left off," he said with lust in his eyes.

He stared at Emily for a long minute. She was everything he wanted in a woman. She had perfect silk olive skin that made it impossible to resist. Her body was curved perfectly in all the right places, right down to her glorious long legs. Her long chocolate-colored hair was always done so beautifully, he couldn't help but to touch it whenever she was near him. Those eyes. Getting him started on those eyes. They were a deep green. He never saw anybody with those colored eyes, but Emily. He couldn't help but be mesmerized when he looked into them. The lips. they were full, but not too full. They were perfect, kissable lips that were always soft with some kind of flavored gloss glazed over them. when he would lick his lips hours after they kissed, he would still the taste the deliciousness.

I laughed, putting my cup down on the counter next to me.

"You're kidding."

He's got to be kidding. Yes, maybe the night with him was the best I've ever had. But he was the one that didn't want this to continue. He didn't want me to get too close. I didn't want to be close to him, I just wanted to be physical. In a way, that hurt to be rejected like that. Then again, it's never happened before. Now here he is, standing here, telling me he wants us to go at it again.

In seconds, he pinned me to the fridge. He crashed his lips to mine and intertwined our fingers.

He deepened the kiss in an instant, slipping his tongue passed her lips. . He never would have thought the mix of Vodka and cherry lip gloss would be so intoxicating.

He finally pulled away, awaiting a reaction from her.

"You sure you don't want to reconsider?"

I stood breathless for a second. But my true feelings hit me like a freight train. I wasn't going to get rejected again. I pushed him back, sending him into the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Not a chance. Now you know how it feels. Get the hell out of my house."