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Riley Poole- Girls, Cars and Money. That's all of his favourite things up until now when all of these things have seemed to change. Girls= Ben Gates, Cars= Ben Gates, and Money= well some things never change.
Just one drunken night. That's all it was. Just a stupid, sloppy, mistletoe induced kiss at Christmas. The thing is since then, I can't get it off of my mind.
I should have known that Ben would not mention the night again. I waited anxiously for days. Nothing had changed at all, Ben and Abigail were still together and happy, Ben had spoke to me a few times, just as he would have before and it was all the same. It was like the kiss never happened. And that was good. Right? So why did I feel jealous whenever I saw Ben and Abigail together?
It was a Friday afternoon, and I went for a drive in the Ferrari to clear my head. The sun was setting over the city and lights were blinking from the tall buildings and approaching cars. I couldn't get the kiss out of my head. Where did he hold me to him? Can I remember what he tasted like? The questions burst into my head and shot through my head like a massive headache. I felt my eyes shut in frustration but re open quickly as a few beeps of a car horn alerted me and I pulled to one side. I leant my head against the steering wheel as the car engine shuddered to a halt. I let my mind wander back to the night when it all started.
It was dark in Ben and Abigail's hallway and I found myself squinting to see the contours of the doors and what was and wasn't just a wall. The speakers were loud and played out some sort of chart rubbish that the three of us had never liked but the other guests did. I wasn't in the best of moods because despite the masses of beautiful women that had attended, no one had accepted my invitation to dance. So I decided I would choose that moment to pop out to get some air. I found the front door and stepped outside into the courtyard/drive way that was full of expensive cars including my red Ferrari that glinted in the moonlight, a copy of my book just visible on the front seat.
It was only slightly lighter out here and it was quite a cold night for springtime. I shivered and turned back to go inside. Ben appeared quickly out of one of the arches that led off the courtyard.
"Riley." Ben said in his usual tone, stepping out into the moonlight. "What are you doing out here?" I noticed a slight slur in his speech from the alcohol in his special punch.
"Just getting some air. What about you? It's your party, surely you can't just walk out." I teased leaning against one of the heavy pillars.
"My party? You know me Riley, I never been a party type of person. Abigail seems to be enjoying herself though." I smiled as a picture of a drunk Abigail crossed my mind. A comfortable silence settled between us. "Uh Riley?" He looked above me and I followed his gaze. A small sprig of mistletoe was hung between us and before I could formulate a reply, he leant down and pressed his lips to mine. It was soft at first, a small, soft, lingering kiss. Almost friendly. Then it changed, I felt him pull away slowly for air and then he crushed us back together again. His body pressed into mine, my back up against the stone, and his tongue begging for entrance. His hands rested beside my head and his hips pressed us together. My hands gripped his waist, deciding between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
As quickly as it began, it ended, and we both pulled away breathless.
"Sorry." Ben whispered and walked away without another word.