Page 3 of Sour Notes

Sinking her fingers into my hair with a groan, she devours my mouth, pressing her gorgeous curves tight against me.

I tear my lips from hers and stare into her eyes, willing her to see how serious I am.

“Mia, go on a date with me.”

Her eyes widen and she stares at me like I’m a stranger.

I hate it.

“Swayze, what the fuck? No. We’re not ruining our friendship pretending this is something more. Have you forgotten I live with you? I’ve seen you in action dude, you don’t date. Don’t make this weird.”

She shoves me backwards and my hands fall away clenching at my sides.

Mia knows me better than anyone but can’t see me at all.

She shakes her head, her eyes shuttering, freezing me out. “We’re not doing this, Swayze. Tonight was a mistake.”

With that parting shot, she runs from the restroom, leaving me standing here.

Alone.

She finally gave me a taste of perfection just to snatch it away.

She thinks I’m a sex-obsessed playboy who can’t commit.

She couldn’t be further from the truth.

I’ll show her I’m more than capable of keeping my dick in my pants.

It won’t be buried in a pussy again, unless it’s hers.

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SWAYZE

Lucas

Wolff, where you at?

Me

Just wrapping up at the station. Think I’m gonna bail tonight.

Lucas

No way. Don’t be that guy. The girls have been talking about this for weeks.

Me

I know, I know. It’s been a shitty day man.

Lucas

Then time with your besties is just what you need my guy.

Me

Besties? What are you, a teenage girl?