You're the One That I Want(60)

‘Should I go get you a cloth or something?’ I offered, gesturing towards the kitchen.

‘No, don’t worry. It’s only beer – I’m sure it’ll come out in the wash,’ she sighed, looking down at the soggy mat-erial that had decided to cling to her toned body.

I couldn’t help but notice her nipples which, thanks to the cold liquid, were standing to attention.

‘Are you sure there’s nothing I can do,’ I flustered. ‘You’re soaking wet.’

‘Easy tiger,’ she giggled.

I joined in, shaking my head at my unintended sexual innuendo.

‘I’ll just get changed,’ she shrugged, pulling the dress away from her body and giving it a little shake. ‘It’s getting late now anyway – I’m sure no one will notice if I slip away to my room for a bit. Maybe get changed into my PJs instead …’

‘Sweet,’ I nodded, looking around at the rest of the party, who seemed to be as drunk as I felt. The next round of drinking games had started, minus the bushy-haired guy who was still sourcing new drinks, Michael Jackson was blaring out of the stereo and a rowdy gaggle was attempting a comical dance-off, moonwalking around a few guys who’d passed out on the floor. Elsewhere in the room people were either in deep conversations or getting frisky with one another.

‘Want to come up?’ Alice leaned in and purred, tugging hold of my t-shirt in a playful manner that could only suggest one thing – she wasn’t about to show me her PJ collection.

‘Sure …’

We fought our way around the dance troopers, carefully avoided the gamers, passed the people still loitering on the stairs, and eventually made it to outside Alice’s room. She removed one of her high-heeled shoes and fished out a key.

‘The last thing you want at a house party is to go to bed and find it’s already occupied,’ she smirked, unlocking the door and leading us into the darkness.

As soon as she’d shut the door behind us, Alice, who I’d assumed to be fairly sweet and innocent, turned into a complete vixen – tearing at my shirt, ripping open the buttons and pulling at my jeans, pushing me onto her bed like a crazed sex beast. She was all over me – had me in her mouth within seconds.

The sex was angry and quick, full of grabbing, biting and slapping. It was a complete contrast to the loving nature of the night before, which was exactly what I needed. I couldn’t stop Maddy from entering my thoughts, no matter how much I tried to push her away. I was so angry, so fucking angry. It was her that I thought about as I thrust deep inside Alice.

After I came, I cried, much to my embarrassment.

I was distraught that the only girl I’d ever loved didn’t love me back, humiliated that I’d given such a huge part of my heart away to something that had only ever existed in my head and ashamed of myself for betraying my best friend.

Without asking any questions, Alice took my head to her chest and ran her fingers through my sweaty hair, running her hand over my forehead until I fell asleep.

I was grateful for the company.

Thankful I didn’t have to spend the night in my bed, on my own.

The following Tuesday, once my lectures were finished for the day, I took myself off to the library to study. I wasn’t able to get any work done in my room, the sight of it reminding me of the weekend’s activities, so I thought sitting alongside other students hard at work might inspire me. It turned out to be fairly quiet in there – although that wasn’t too surprising seeing as the sun had decided to grace us with its presence. I’m sure most students had opted to ‘study’ in the sunshine while they topped up their tans instead of sitting in the gloomy library, staring vacantly at a computer screen.

I was at a huge study desk on my own when Maddy came and sat down next to me. I didn’t even have to look up to know it was her, the smell of her perfume, Ghost’s Deep Night, gave her away, the sweet scent drifting in before she had. It was something that had always lifted my spirits, but on that occasion it made me squirm in my seat.

It was the first time we’d seen each other since she’d stayed at mine. It was going to be an awkward encounter, after all – I assumed she was about to break my heart and let me down gently as she told me she was back with Robert, so I braced myself.

What took me by surprise was her mood – I could tell she was pissed off at something. Her breathing was heavy, as though she was trying to keep herself calm. Her face was flushed with what appeared to be anger. She swung the chair around so that she was facing me.

I struggled to look back at her.

‘Did you sleep with Roger’s housemate?’ she asked in a quiet voice, her eyes darting around the room to make sure no one could hear us.