Chapter 54

"Well, are you going to do it or not?" Hayden asks harshly. The silver rings on his fingers look intimidating and so do his scary eyes. I gulp before moving myself closer to Hayden who does the same.

"Grab her ass too!" Hayden's friend says and my heart starts to beat faster but yet Miles doesn't react. His eyes are still on that girl with red lips.

Hayden's thick hand rests over mine as he pulls up the sleeves of his t-shirt to reveal skull tattoos on his muscular arms.

"Take her to dinner then fuck her." He says before exaggeratingly licking his lips. I look at Miles one more time but he doesn't seem to care.

Hayden finally comes close enough and he closes his eyes with disgustingly perked lips. I close mine, I want to get this over with, just one quick kiss and then I can finally say I'm done playing and leave.

I lean in closer but when I feel like I'm trying to kiss the air I open my eyes only to see Miles grabbing Hayden by his collar and slamming him down on the ground. The group stays quest and the music feels like it has gotten inaudible. Everyone watches as Miles slams him onto the ground once more.

"What did I tell you about leaving her alone?" Miles asks with a smirk before grabbing the collar of his shirt and slamming his head as hard as he can onto the ground. I cover my mouth in horror as I watch blood appearing on the floor.

"He'll get a fucking concussion, Miles what the fuck are you doing?!" Someone screams but I can barely keep up with what is happening.

I look around but I feel like everything has suddenly gone into slow motion, drinks are being spilled all around us, people are laughing, masks stare at me from every corner and the music feels heavy but yet I can't hear it.

I can't hear any of the screams and I barely notice the crowd that has now gathered to watch Miles punch Hayden in the stomach while Hayden balls his fists and throws them at Mile's face.

"Call the cops!" I hear Hayden's friend say to one of the people watching. The boy nods and quickly puts his phone to his ear.

"We have to get out of here," Miles says, approaching me. He grabs my hand and we run out of the house. My feet feel light and I almost can't feel myself running, the memories of Hayden took a toll on me, and now that I had to almost kiss him, my body couldn't take it. I feel like I did when he drugged me except this time all I needed was the memory and not the pill.

"I'll drive you home." He says as we sit down in his comfortable Lamborghini. I nod, I feel safe here—I feel safe with him. The street lights are the only thing that shine on the dark and dull road. He stops at the red light that shines so brightly in the darkness. I look at him, there are too many questions I want to ask.

Why did he break up with Chrissy? Why did he dare me to kiss him? Endless questions run around in my head and I know that I can't ask any of them because just like in class today, he left without answering anything. His bruised and bloody fists grip the steering wheel harshly and as soon as the green light comes on he speeds through it faster than ever before.

"Should you be driving drunk?" I ask.

"I'm not drunk, I'm barely tipsy." He says and I nod, unsure of how I feel about this. His eyes are focused on the road and despite his quick speed, he manages the turns smoothly. I look down at my hands before realizing that Chrissy must be looking everywhere for me.

"Chrissy is still there, we came together," I say but he ignores me.

"Why did you play . . . you know, truth or dare?" I ask but his eyes are still on the road.

"You know you can't just—"

You ask too many questions." He says, finally glancing at me. I roll my eyes before continuing, "and you never answer any of them."

"Exactly." He says and I roll my eyes. As soon as he stops the car in the parking lot I step out but to my surprise he follows.

"I need to get my sweater back." He says and I nod before we both walk towards the dorms in silence. As we walk toward the dorms, small flakes of snow start to blanket everything around us. I turn on the light in the dorm room as soon as I unlock the door.

"Here," I say, handing him the black sweater that has lost the smell of him.

"Thanks." He says to my surprise. Hearing Miles say 'thanks' always catches me off guard, it's so unlike him. As he grabs the sweater from my hands his fingers brush against mine and I feel electricity rush through me like a shock wave.

"Why do you go from being so distant to then fighting Hayden for me?" I ask, looking him right in the eyes.

He smirks before approaching closer. He closes the door behind him and drops the sweater back onto the bed.

He backs me into my desk before I can't go further. He leans in closer and I can feel his hot minty breath hitting my neck, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

"Cause I . . . I like you Madison." He says through his perfectly pink lips before his eyes look at the wall next to me. My heart starts to race and electricity-infused butterflies flow all over my body, making it difficult to stand.

"You're just saying that, you don't mean—"

"Why do you think I'm always around?"

"I can't stay away from you." He says, shifting his eyes from the wall to me. His dark eyes look right into mine and for the first time, I feel like he's really looking at me.

"But you said—" I try but he doesn't let me bring anything back.

"I know what I said, but I . . . I want you." He raises his brows for a quick second before putting his hands slowly on my hips.

"No," I say, pushing at his chest. His hands detach from my body and he looks at me with dull eyes. Miles telling me he likes me should be romantic but instead, all I can remember are the hurtful things he's said and now the only thing I can think about is his and Chrissy's breakup.

"I don't want to be some rebound. Just because Chrissy broke up with you, doesn't mean—"

"I broke up with Chrissy." He states.

"That doesn't change anything." I lie.

"Doesn't it though?" he asks, leaning into my neck before giving the skin there a small kiss. Tingles rush all over my body and instantly I feel the way I did that night—the night at the cabin.

"I don't want this again, if we kiss, if we . . . then I need to know it means something, I need to know that we're—"

"Together?" he asks and I nod. He looks down at me, I always forget how tall he is but when he comes this close I'm quickly reminded.

"Okay." He says with a small smile threatening his lips. I sigh as his hands rest on my hips again, this time traveling down to my butt.

Miles's POV

Her lips taste just like I remember. This girl makes me feel sex some type of way, it's not like before—not like it is with every other girl I've fucked. Even Chrissy couldn't make me feel like Madison does.

All it takes for this girl is a damn stare and I feel overpowered. She can tease me with the simplest thing even her fucking bra strap is getting me excited.

My hands grip tightly onto her ass before lifting her up. Her legs and arms wrap around me as I carry her a few steps to her bed.

"Won't Chrissy—"

"No," I say, I locked the door before and I know how Chrissy tends to be. She'll stay at that party until the sun comes back up.

Madison's lips look so sexy as she lies there on the bed with them parted. I lick mine before leaning in to kiss her.

My body hovers over her and my arms keep me from completely laying on her body.

"Fuck." I moan into her mouth, the thrill of touching her can't compare to anything else. Her body fills me up just like alcohol does. It rushes into every crevice of my being and I need her—I need more.

"God, I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you." I breathe into her neck.

As I nibble onto her neck my hands travel to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and pulling it from under her shirt before throwing it on the floor. My lips travel from her neck to her chest, kissing every inch of her.

"Oh, Miles," she breathes and the way her voice sounds at my name almost makes me want to burst right now.

My bruised knuckles help me remove her shirt completely. She helps me take my shirt off and as soon as I do, her eyes travel over my stomach and chest.

I take her hand and slide it down my chest then onto my stomach, up and down a few times before finally letting her fingers hang down on my zipper.

She unbuttons my black pants before sliding the zipper down slowly. The white waistband of my boxers peeks out as she zips it down completely with that bite of her lips, telling me she wants it.