-MAX-
My heart beat faster and – call me crazy – it annoyed me. It was just light enough to see shadowy outlines of doorframes and not a second was wasted on pulling me through one. I barely heard the door slam over the creak of the bedsprings.
The room was small and it took me a second to realize that it was an old dorm room. Complete with a boarded window, an ancient bed, and a trashed nightstand. At least someone along the line left a candle…or what I assumed was a candle.
He fished a lighter out of his pocket and lit the candle. The candle was practically useless. Practically. It barely illuminated the nightstand, but it did give me a very nice view of the man standing before me.
I repositioned myself so that I was sitting on the middle of the bed, taking in the sites. He was hot. His body was toned, muscles rounding out his shoulders and arms. His chest muscles were big as well, stretching out his t-shirt, which I suddenly wanted to disappear.
His eyes finally met mine and he smirked. Did I see dimples? As if reading my mind he slipped his shirt off in one fast motion. My eyes were glued to his stomach, my eyes tracing over every delicious divot of his stomach.
He got closer, towering above me with a devilish grin on his face. I smirked back. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on top of me. "So do I get a name?" I asked. He lightly chuckled, "Maybe we should just stop talking."
His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to him. His lips found mine. He tasted of beer. I tried to push that to the back of my mind. His hands slid down to my hips and he grabbed my thigh, hooking it around himself. I could feel the bulge in his pants through my jeans as he greedily grinded against me.
I pulled back, he almost looked annoyed. What was I doing? This wasn't me. I didn't do random hook-ups.
"Sorry." I said, trying to wiggle my way out of his grip.
"Oh come on, we barely even kissed." He said pinning me with his knees. I sighed and avoided eye contact. "I know, I'm sorry..." I whispered and pushed against him again. "What's your problem?" He spat bitterly. I didn't know how to answer him, but he was really getting on my nerves.
"Look, I'm sorry. We can, like, try again later, just get the hell off me." I said, matching his tone.
Suddenly, his intense looked changed and he exhaled slowly, and straightened up, allowing me freedom. "No, you're right. It was a little fast. Here, I'm going to get something to drink do you want water or something?" He asked grabbing his t-shirt. I nodded, still refusing to meet his eyes.
I felt his shadowy form over me again and I looked up, he smiled, showing off those cute dimples. "I'm sorry babe."
-FANG-
I was still mentally fuming when midnight rolled around and I was getting angrier by the minute. Where the hell was she? We needed to figure stuff out before our first night together. Maybe I should just make her sleep outside. The idea delighted me, but knew it would only make things worse if I locked her out.
I shoved all her things into one corner and claimed the bed for myself, at least for tonight. I flicked off the light and pulled my shirt off, but I was still too mad to sleep. I can't believe she actually hit me.
I must have laid there for hours before the door swung open. Light from the hall poured in. I sat up, pissed, "Can you at least close the door, Max?"
"Oh, um, sorry. She kinda passed out, I just wanted to bring her back here, so I know she's safe. Um, where should I put her?"
Wait, was a male voice? "Her bed is over there." I said plainly, not even bothering to point.
"Thanks." He said, and clumsily made his way over to her half of the room. "Sorry 'bout that. Have a goodnight." He said turning towards me before leaving.
I locked the door after he was gone and moved to talk to Max, but thought better of it.
I flopped back into the bed, and let my anger slowly boil. First night here and she already comes home drunk. If she thinks that she can do this every night, then she has another thing coming… oh, she's going to get an ear full tomorrow morning.
