Jase âStacia, quit!â I chuckle, unable to stop myself, because it turns out after about ten beers, the tight feeling in my chest becomes numb. And my equally drunk ex-girlfriend is a distraction I canât seem to turn down. Sheâs on the couch next to me, trying to tickle me. I forgot how grabby she gets after a few drinks.
Stacia removes her hands from under my shirt and bites her lip. The practiced look of seduction on her face is familiar and comforting. It would be so easy to fall back into things with her, even if itâs not what I really want. But my brain is tired of trying to work through what I had with Avery, and how I feel now. I wish I could un-see those images and go back to not knowing, but thatâs not possible. At first I was pissed at Stacia for thrusting that girlâs phone in my face and showing me my innocent, sweet Avery being anything but sweet, or innocent. But after I got done cursing and punched the wall a couple of times, I knew Stacia wasnât the one I was mad at.
The party around us has died down significantly, and there are just a few of us left â the guys that live here and their hookups. I know Stacia is waiting patiently tonight to see if sheâll have a shot with me, and honestly, I donât know. I havenât even decided yet. Which probably means my dick will decide for me later. And since heâs easily fooled by Stacia, I have a feeling I know whatâll happen.
Avery and I were never official, and after the way her past was thrown into my face like that⦠I donât owe her anything. She left the other day without saying anything else, though what could she say after I saw numerous pictures of her with another guyâs junk in her mouth? God, I hate that this side of her even existed. The urge to hit something again spikes inside me, just as Stacia leans closer.
âTake me upstairs,â she whispers.
I push the images from my head and curl my fingers around Staciaâs, needing something warm and familiar to grasp onto. âCome on.â
* * *
I lie in bed, waiting for Stacia to return from the bathroom, wondering what the fuck Iâm doing. When she appears in the doorway and saunters toward my bed, I curse the lamp on my dresser currently lighting the room. This would be easier if I didnât have to look at her, because my mind wonât stop comparing her to Avery. Averyâs soft auburn hair, those wide green eyes.
When Stacia straddles my lap, I let my eyes slip closed. And when she leans down to kiss me, I fight to turn off my brain. Yet itâs impossible not to notice that her mouth doesnât fit against mine like Averyâs, that she smells different, that she wears too much perfume.
âWait.â I break the kiss and Stacia opens her eyes. âGo turn off the lights.â
She frowns. âYou never used to want the lights off.â
âI know, but I do now.â
She bites her cheek, her mind working, but she dutifully climbs from my lap and crosses the room to switch off the lamp. Once the room is lit by just the dim moonlight, she saunters back toward me, removing her shirt and bra before she reaches the bed. The familiarity of her should comfort me, but my mind is reeling.
She rubs a manicured hand against my uninterested cock. âJust relax, Jase. Let me take care of this tonight.â
I donât want her. But would it be so bad to do this? To let her try and make me forget the girl I really wanted? Stacia knows we arenât together. Weâve been down this road before. It wonât change anything between us. Staciaâs fingers fumble with my belt buckle and I close my eyes again, fighting to make myself relax.