Page 119 of Drawn Together

He tried to turn his back on me, but I grabbed his wrist.

“Do you like her?” I asked in a pathetic tone. I needed to stop drinking immediately.

Sebastian looked me in the eye for a few seconds and leaned down to speak into my ear. “The only girl that interests me here is you.”

He walked away before I had the chance to kiss him.

I looked around, searching for Tami, but I couldn’t find her, or Liam for that matter. I smiled at the thought of them starting something. Although, knowing Liam… I feared he might hurt her. I’d have to have a very serious chat with him about it.

I went over to where Stella and Lisa were dancing in the center of the dance floor with two very hot guys. I joined in and let my drunk mind take control.

Somehow, I found myself alone on the dance floor a short while later. Well, I wasn’t exactly alone. There were tons of people dancing all around me, but my friends had gone to make out with their respective hook-ups.

I scanned the club for Sebastian and wished more than anything that he wasn’t my bodyguard. I wanted to be able to walk over to him, whisper that I loved him, and wrap my arms around him as we moved to the music.

Why didn’t he come over and dance with me? What harm could it do? He’d just been standing there all night letting that blond girl try to flirt with him, too polite to tell her to go away… or maybe he liked her and was lying to me. None ofwhat he’d said to me before mattered, if he cared about me at all, he’d have done something, thrown everything away for me. He should’ve been my boyfriend, not my bodyguard, and he should’ve put that asshole Marcus in his place. But he chose his job.

I felt someone embrace me from behind. I closed my eyes, and for an instant my fantasy became reality.

“Just looking at you gets me hard, baby,” said a voice that sounded nothing like Sebastian’s. Regan had found me again.

“How romantic,” I said, annoyed.

“You’re so hot,” he said, stroking my cheek.

I shuddered, disgusted by him.

“I’m sorry for what I did,” he said, moving closer. “I didn’t know what I had until I lost it.”

Regan had been the first guy I’d ever thought I was in love with, and he broke my heart. His apology meant something, as much as I wanted to deny it. A first love always cuts deep, although in reality, it hadn’t been love at all. I now knew that with total certainty.

What I felt for Sebastian was ten times stronger than what I’d ever felt for Regan, and it wasn’t even the half of what I might be able to feel in the future. Love had invaded every part of my body. I knew that if Sebastian remained at my side twenty-four hours a day, if he let down his guard, if he touched me, kissed me, and allowed himself to be with me… he could easily become the man I gave my heart to.

Before I realized what was happening, Regan had dragged me over to a less crowded corner of the club.

“Do you remember our first kiss?” he asked, taking my face in his hands and placing his lips very close to mine.

Why was I letting him touch me?

“I remember the last one,” I said, a sick feeling in my stomach. We’d been dating for months and had gotten more intimatethan ever, kissing, touching, undressing each other. I thought I was going to finally lose my virginity with him, was seriously considering it, despite all my hang-ups. He’d kissed me in the car at the door to my building and told me he loved me. The next day, I found out who he truly was.

His mouth now pressed into mine, feeling slimy and disgusting. His tongue jabbed at me violently; his hands groped me clumsily, without any tenderness or feeling.

Sebastian was the only man who knew how to touch me, the only man who could give me what I wanted.

I pushed Regan away, hard, but he only pressed tighter against me. I wasn’t scared this time; I was prepared. I would put the things Sebastian had taught me into practice…

But before I had time to put my new skills to the test, Regan was no longer in front of me. Sebastian had shoved him away, knocking him hard to the floor. He said something to Regan and then turned back to me with eyes blazing.

“Hey,” I shouted angrily. “I could’ve handled it on my own! If you always intervene, how do you expect me to learn?!”

“We’re leaving,” he said, grabbing my hand tightly and hauling me to the elevator.

I tried to break free, but he gripped me tighter, hurting me.

“Let me go!” I shouted, digging my heels into the floor.

But he didn’t let go, and before I knew it, a security guard had come up to us from behind, intending to get Sebastian off me.