I told Connor I wanted to say hello to some friends and he came with me to the booth. Jem was already sitting there, talking to Emma. The former didn't seem too impressed, but she patiently listened to whatever diatribe Emma was on, while Davis sat on her other side, drinking his beer. His friend Simon was at his other side.

I sat down, not too close to anyone. Connor sat next to me. Jem smiled and winked when I looked at her.

"Here's your beer," Davis said, sliding it across the table.

I caught it, but barely. "You do realize I'm not very good at catch, don't you?"

"I didn't toss it, I slid it, Jerry."

"And I told you I didn't like beer, Desmond."

"Don't worry, it will grow on you," he said, smirking. His usual confident happy self was back and I relaxed a little because I hated the awkwardness. Whatever had happened in the bathroom, maybe it was because he was drunk? Sometimes straight guys got curious, right?

Shit, that would suck, if he wanted to 'experiment' with me.

And what would I say? No thanks, I like you too much?

"Here, you can have some of mine," Connor said, too close to my ear, offering me some of his blue cocktail.

I shuffled uncomfortably. I didn't dare look at Davis, even though it wasn't like he and I were a thing, so why the hell did this whole thing feel like cheating? I felt like I was between a rock and a hard place. Damn it.

"Ooooh, I love this song," Emma said. "Come on, D, let's dance!" She tugged on Davis' hand, but he didn't budge. His eyes on me, he told Emma he didn't feel like dancing. She rolled her eyes and took Jem instead.

Now there we were, me and Connor on one side of the table, and Davis and Simon on the other. Simon was yapping about football and girls, I think, and he appeared to be sloshed. Davis was only half-listening. I couldn't look away from him. The intensity of his stare was keeping me under his spell. Jesus, Connor could clearly see and still, I couldn't stop this if I wanted to.

I didn't want to.

"Come dance with me," Connor said, sliding his hand up my thigh.

My eyes widened.

"D-man, come on, I'm bored, we going to crawl or what?" Simon said so loudly that the whole place heard.

Connor stood up and looked at me expectantly. "Come on, Jamie."

Time to make a decision. Finally, I said, "Davis?"

He smirked. "Yes, Jamie?"

"What do you want to do?" I asked shyly. I could just let him decide what came next. It made me feel a bit like a coward, but Davis clearly got off on calling the shots and I was willing to give that to him. At least for the moment.

He leaned forward. "I'm ready to go. You coming?"

Even though I knew this was a colossally bad idea, I could not say no to him. Not after getting a taste for it in the bathroom.

"Yeah," I said, and then muttered "See you Monday" to Connor, who seemed pissed off, but I couldn't care less. Yes, it would be awkward later, but all I could think about now was...

Davis.

***

Walking down the street was awkward. We'd left the club together and soon enough, the chilly air had managed to sober me up, and judging by Davis' silence, I imagined it did the same for him. So.

I sighed. "Maybe we should forget about..."

"About what?"

I looked at him pointedly. He was wearing his knowing smile again, the bastard.

"You know, the bathroom."

"You make it sound like we had sex against the wall."

Yet again, heat flushed up my face, because of that damn mouth of his. Why couldn't he just make things easy for me, for once?

"Fine, whatever."

"Don't whatever me, Julian. Use your words."

"You use your words, Dahlia."

He snorted. "Now that's not fair, sweetheart."

If only he could say that in a tone that wasn't laced with ridicule. It was kind of like a slap in the face. We'd never be together, of course not, and yet... wait, what the hell was I doing?

I was letting him lead me on. That's what.

"Look, you're straight, so it's okay to freak out. Just get it over with and let's go back to being friends, okay?" There, I said it.

He shook his head, falling into silence again.

"What? It's what you were going to say, I just beat you to it."

"For fuck's sake, Jamie, you didn't... I don't even know why... can you stop being so... Jesus, I don't even want to finish those sentences."

"Okay, good talk," I teased.

He chuckled. "Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"When I talk to you..." he stopped walking, so I stopped too. "I feel like you're mine. Know what I mean?"

I forgot how to breathe.

He looked away, shaking his head. "You make me say too much."

"I..."

"Fuck it," he said quietly, looked around, and then tugged on my hand. I let him walk me to a nearby alley, where we hid in the shadows, and he boxed me in between his arms and the wall. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop, I swear." He said it quietly, in the dark, rising gooseflesh all over my exposed skin.

I closed my eyes. "I want this."

He moved fast, pushing me against the wall and slotting his mouth against mine. I slipped my hands under his shirt and grazed my fingers over his amazing stomach muscles, as he proceeded to kiss me deeply and thoroughly. A little moan escaped me.

"Fuck, make that sound again."

"No," I said.

He chuckled. "Always difficult."

"Would you have it any other way, Davis?"

"You know I wouldn't," he said and went back to kissing me and pressing me against the wall. "Shit, I don't even know what I'm doing."

"It's okay," I whispered. "We can go slow."

He nodded slightly, nipping at my lips. "You'd do that for me?" His face was so young, so hopeful, and I felt like I'd never seen this side of Davis before, the face he didn't show anyone.

I smiled softly. "I'd do anything for you."

We kept making out in the dark for a while, and when both of us were freezing from the cold, he took me back to the dorms. He didn't kiss me good night because he was probably worried someone would see us, and that was my reminder that this could only end badly.

But I was too lost in him to care.

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