"You're still here, Jasper?"

He raised an eyebrow when he heard a familiar voice, seeing Jamie close the balcony door behind her. The party had ended a while ago, and Jasper had ceased taken shots about an hour ago, meaning that although his mind was still unstable, he was slowly returning to his sober self. He had borrowed a shirt from the host of the party, a bland dark navy one. His tired eyes stared at Jamie, seeing her droopy eyes stare back at him with the same lust every time they did. There were a few football players and girls remaining, all either leaning or seated on the balcony, enjoying the calm conversation.

Zyder had been passing around his blunts the whole night, continuing to share them along everyone at the balcony and having it reach Jasper a few times before he continued along the line. The host of the party, Craig, continued to talk about how much of a mess his home was and how it would take him the entire day to clean it with his girlfriend. Leo laughed and asked to sleep over, promising to help in the morning. The remaining girls all chimed in their opinions, attempting to include the other football players that paid attention to the conversation but stayed quiet.

As for Jasper, when he glanced up and saw Jamie walk towards him, he patted his thigh and waited, watching her as she bit her bottom lip and seductively swayed her lips before sitting on his thigh, purposely scooting a few times, falsely getting comfortable. Jasper wrapped one of his arms around her, letting his palm lay limply on her thigh. His fingers gently lingered along her flesh but he didn't say anything.

It was her that glanced towards him and smiled, "What are you doing here this late?"

He smirked, unable to stop his hormones from wanting to be released for one night. "They're all chilling so I'm staying a little longer."

"You're slurring your words," Jamie giggled before leaning her back against his chest and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "You're drunk, aren't you?"

"By the way you're giggling," he squeezed her thigh, reaching lower towards the center, "I know you are too." Although Jasper had no feelings towards her, they always had this flirtatious relationship, friends with benefits that weren't really friends to begin with. It was always a fling when they were both drunk and hadn't found a partner for the night. As for Jasper, he wasn't looking for any random partner to be with, and he had no idea Jamie had stayed behind.

Jamie glanced towards the rest of the crowd before leaning towards him and bringing her lips closer to his ear. He felt her breath spread across the tiny hairs of his neck, causing him to close his eyes and she quietly whispered, "Why don't we go somewhere private?"

That caused Jasper to snicker; she was always hold with her advancement and he couldn't help but love it. He glanced towards her glossed, biting his bottom lip before meeting her gaze again. "This isn't my house."

Jamie chuckled, pushing herself to her feet and extending a palm towards Jasper, helping him stand to his feet. At the same time, she said openly, "Craig, we can use your couch, right?"

"Living room couch; if there's any drops on the couch, I'm never inviting either of—"

"Don't worry," Jasper smirked, biting his bottom lip as he eyed the way she swayed her hips while walking in front of him, her hand extended backwards as she lead him inside.. "She swallows," he winked, disappearing behind the glasses doors as the rest of the crowd outside cheered for him.

The minute they were alone, Jamie faced him. "You didn't have to say that."

"It's true though," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her tighter. "They all know you do."

"I'm not just some whore, Jasper." Jamie furrowed her brows, placing her slender fingers under his shirt and onto his chest. "You should start treating me better than this."

"As if," he laughed, feeling her fingers linger along the lines separating his pecs and continuing down to his lower abs to stop at the top of his belt buckle. "We're not friends."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," she winked, his arms trailing around her waist before lifting her from the floor, causing her to yelp. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to stumble a few steps as he began carrying her towards the living room.

Both of them felt deprived and in need of this, Jamie leaning forward and connecting their lips together with such desperate list that even Jasper could sense it. It was clear she was heartbroken about something but he had no care in his bones for her. It wasn't that he disliked her in any way, it was more that they were simply two different stuck up individuals that would clash constantly if they ever tried to care for one another.

He felt her palms grip his jawline as she deepened the kiss, her tongue gliding along his bottom lip before demanding entry and dominating the dance. He soon felt her lips picked even more before her teeth held on to his bottom lip and slowly pulled, a pleasure that he adorned. One thing he couldn't take away from her was that Jamie was good with men; he was unsure where she learned her tricks but she knew how to satisfy one without even needing to lift a finger.

He had to pull apart at one point because he had knocked the both of them against a wall and it caused both of them to laugh. "I can't see," Jasper chuckled, raising his eyebrows at her. "Did you bump your head hard?"

"Throw me on the couch already," she breathed beside his neck and she soon felt her entire body fall, caught by the burgundy cushion.

Jasper loved the sight of her body, her long tanned legs visible due to the tiny skirt she wore. Even the way she made her eyes curved, seductively leaning forward and lifting them up, made his entire body throb. It only made him want to make her squirm, reaching the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head, revealing his toned muscles that she adored and wanted.

He leaned on top of her, using the couch as support with one hand and gripping the back of her head with the other cx pushing her heads for their lips to connect. At the same time, she lifted her skirt, revealing the laced thong she wore that barely hid anything.

Jasper pressed his body against her chest, letting their skin touch one another before he pushed himself back awards and leaned back in order to unbuckle his belt. One it was unbuckled, he connected their lips again, letting her fingers play with the zipper for his pants as he began tearing apart the collar of her shirt, her matching laced bra coming into view.

"Oh God," he moaned under his breath, reconnecting their lip as he felt her fingers begin teasing him over his zipper. However, as their lips begged for more, dancing along with one another's rapid pace, their tongues gliding against one another with equal domination, his entire body stiffened when he heard, "Jasper?"

A curse word erupted in his mind and the minute he turned, the hurt was visible in the navy gaze.