The Luna Choosing Game

“No,” he said.

I snapped my mouth closed and looked up at him. “Nick?” Nicholas’s hands had curled even more, into fists now.

Maybe I should go. Of course, I wanted him, especially with him looking at me like he was, like he wanted to eat me whole.

But he was with Bridget now. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't.

“If you don’t want me to touch you,” Nicholas said, “Go into the bathroom there.” He tilted his head toward an on suite bathroom with a door. “Go in there now, close the door. T will understand and go get Veronica for

you.” I swallowed hard. A choice. Leave, preserve my dignity, but deny myself the feel of Nicholas’s touch.

God, I knew the choice I should make.

Especially if Nicholas was trying to make things work with Bridget, as she had said so blatantly so many times.

I heard those words

only hurt me in the long run. Nicholas and I couldn’t be together, regardless of whether or not he was with Bridget right

should go and not fantasize about those strong hands grabbing

this bed behind me with Nicholas on top of

I couldn’t help myself. With Nicholas,

this bikini is, I had no doubt

his arms around me, and yanked me toward

too long since 1 Bad tasted his mouth, his lips, his tongue. I indulged now, taking my fill. This could be the last time. I was not

cupped the mostly-bare globes of my ass. Slowly, gently, he lowered me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me,

immediately lowered himself down, kissing along the column of

the side, and Nicholas closed his

and his wicked tongue was trailing insistent