LEXI

I had no idea what the guy's name was. All I knew is that he kept trying to get me to do a shot with him, and his abs were totally ridiculous. I pressed my palms up against them, feeling his muscles move beneath his shirt, as a satisfied smile curved around my lips. Maybe he could be the solution to where I was gonna crash tonight, because there was no way Erin was going to let me back in her dorm. Not after what I'd done.

"You like that baby?" The guy asked me over the music, taking a hand and lifting half of his shirt up and exposing his rock hard stomach. "Me and my boys hit the gym six days a week."

Well, I used to like it, before the idiot had to ruin things and open his mouth. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I was drunk enough to not pull away when he laid his thick lips on mine. I thought maybe he'd help me forget, but then he shoved his tongue in my mouth and I instantly compared him to Will and how he had kissed me that night a few weeks ago.

I swore, Will Garrity had ruined me forever.

I had gone to New York with two of my girlfriends. The plan was to stay at our friend Jimmy's and party every night while we were there. I was already wasted when I randomly ran into Will at a small bar in The Village. I stopped short when I saw him, sitting on the barstool with a beer in his hand. It was the first time I'd ever seen him somewhere without Erin by his side, and before I knew what I was doing, I was stumbling towards him.

Will was drunk too. I could tell the moment I said hello. He jumped out of his seat with a smile and threw his arms around me, spinning me around the bar and knocking my boots into the barstools around us. Will had never put his arms around me before, and that feeling right then when he held me, was something I never imagined I'd get to experience. I didn't want to let go.

He was there with some friends and we all got to hanging out. Drinks were consumed and the night just started slipping away. He asked how I was doing in Maine and I told him a little bit about my job at the bar and we talked about some of his classes at Tufts. And, thanks to one too many beers, before long I found my old crush on him resurfacing. Never once did either of us mention Erin, which was weird. I'm not sure if we did it on purpose or not; it just kind of happened.

"You've got beautiful eyes," he said to me at around 2 AM, leaning across the table and closer to me. He rested his head in his hand, staring over at me before taking a swig of his beer, and I felt myself blush. I normally didn't blush.

I picked up my drink, not wanting to read too much into what he was saying, but my eyes were very different from Erin's. Hers were big and blue and mine were narrow, almost slanted, and green. I was glad he chose that one feature to compliment me on; it made it feel kind of special. I knew I was drunk, but a part of me thought that maybe he was flirting with me.

"I didn't think you liked green eyes," I whispered back to him, taking full advantage of my liquid courage.

The corner of his mouth twitched and I knew he was trying to fight off a smile. "I like yours."

He was flirting with me. I had no idea how this happened but I certainly wasn't going to let the moment go to waste. I knew I'd end up regretting it and so would he, but I also thought this would be a sure fire way to get him out of my system once and for all. We could hook up, and then I'd want him gone just like I did every other boy I'd ever been with. My crush on Will Garrity would be done with for good.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked.

His eyes dilated for a half a second but then, without saying a word, he stood up and took his wallet out of the back of his jeans. He threw some cash down on the table and took my hand, leading me through the crowd and out of the bar.

A blast of warm air hit us as we stepped onto the nearly deserted street. It was late and everything around us was dying down, but I wasn't ready for the moment between us to end. I twisted around and stood up on my toes, sliding my hands around the back of his neck and bringing his face closer to mine. He stared back at me with drunken, lust-filled eyes, and I knew right then that we were both about to make a huge mistake but, thanks to the tequila, I moved in anyway.

Will bridged the small gap between us and his warm breath brushed against my mouth as his lips met mine. I let out a small moan at the perfection of it and ran my fingers through the back of his hair. A tingling sensation spread over my entire face and then exploded right through me. My lips parted and allowed his tongue further in, deepening the intensity of the kiss as our mutual desire began to take us over. One of Will's hands was on my back, and the other was tangled up in my hair as his mouth moved from my lips over to my jawline, and then down my neck. It was like he was hungry to taste every bit of me, and I fully intended for him to.

My whole body bent into his, pooling into his strong hands and molding against his firm chest. I heard him let out a soft groan before he pulled my face back to his and claimed my mouth again. And I willingly gave it to him, letting my tongue dance with his and holding onto him like he could slip away at any moment. Because the truth was, Will Garrity could kiss, and I was pretty sure this was going to be the one and only time I'd get to experience that.

"Do you have somewhere we can go?" I mumbled into his mouth between kisses. My heart was trembling and it only got worse when he nodded his head. I had imagined this moment for so long, and now, thanks to a chance meeting and an obscene amount of  alcohol, it was really happening.

Will stuck his hand out for a cab, but his eyes continued to burn into me. He slowly rubbed his free hand up and down my back and I almost got lost in the hypnotizing comfort of it. I tried not to focus on how much this would change things, how we'd never be able to look each other in the eye again, and I certainly didn't allow myself to think about Erin. I'm sure Will was doing the same thing.

His hand worked its way up my back and he tugged on the ends of  my hair. "I like it black," he whispered in my ear. "It's way better than the purple."

I fought off a smile. He remembered  the time I had dyed my hair purple. It was Christmas break my junior year. A chill of dread prickled up my body, but I laid my lips down on the side of Will's neck and fought against it.

When a cab finally pulled up, the two of us tumbled inside. Will gave the driver the name of his hotel and we fell into each other again. With each kiss I wanted more, and I was just drunk enough to take it. I ran my hand up his fitted long sleeved shirt, and felt his hard muscles beneath my palm. Will's body was like a piece of art, and I wanted to explore all of it. Wrapping my leg around his, I shamelessly rubbed against him, feeling how hard he was beneath his jeans and knowing that he wanted this as much as I did. I tried not to think about his reasons why.

"Lexi?" he asked through our kisses. "Don't you think we should talk." I shook my head, not stopping my assault on him. I was too afraid that any talking we'd do would only end up ruining this, and I wanted it to happen. For once, I really wanted something.

"No talking," I murmured, laying my lips down on his again and again. "We'll talk later."

Ending the discussion with a deeper kiss, I lazily let my tongue find his. It took only a second before his body started to relax again and when it did he was back there in the moment with me. His hand worked its way up my shirt and he twisted his body, shieldeding me from the cab driver. He brushed his fingers over my breast and  squeezed down on my nipple with just enough force to make me let out a little moan. He was already playing my body, and I knew right then I was done for. I was never going to be able to erase Will Garrity from my mind.

I pushed the guy with the abs off of me and despite his protests, I stumbled away. Turning towards the bureau that was set up like a make-shift bar, I poured myself another drink. I knew it was a stupid decision, but my head wasn't screwed on straight lately and that's what I was know for-- stupid decisions.

A couple was making out on the bed, and some girls were sitting on the floor passing a joint around. Mr. Abs and his friends were in a corner motioning for me to come back over. They were probably wagering how many more drinks it'd take before I'd let them all fuck me. I took a sip of my cocktail and turned for the door; it was time to go.

"Comeback!" Mr. Abs cried out from behind me, but I ignored him and kept on staggering forward.

Placing my free hand on the wall to steady myself, I eased my way down the long hall. I needed to get downstairs. I needed some fresh air. Someone stepped out from one of the rooms. He was dressed in nice jeans and a dark blue button down shirt, and I instantly felt like he was familiar, but in my altered state I couldn't place him. A smile spread across his face when he saw me though.

"Lexi!" he exclaimed, walking over with his hands up in surprise. "You came!"

It was the guy from earlier, the one who gave me the flyer. Kevin? He walked towards me and I leaned my body up against the wall for support, smiling over at him. I was willing to bet he had clean sheets. At this point I knew there was no way I was getting back to Erin's, and I needed to find somewhere to crash, somewhere on my terms.

"Great party." I tried not to slur my words, attempting to sound more competent than I was at the moment.

"It is, now that you're here." He leaned up against the wall next to me and winked. I did my best not to roll my eyes, but this guy was doing little for me. He reached out and brushed back some of my hair and I closed my eyes wishing he could wipe away the memories too.

We burst into his hotel room, barely able to keep our hands off each other on the elevator ride up. I had a feeling that we made the elderly couple who shared the elevator with us very uncomfortable. He kicked the door closed behind us and I pulled up his shirt. Our lips stayed connected the entire time, only breaking apart briefly as he tugged his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor. We were frenzied, caught up in the passion; the spark between us had been lit and was burning heavily right now.

My hands explored his bare chest, running over the contours of his muscles and dipping down into the front of his pants. He let out a gush of air as I wrapped my fingers around him, breathing my name out against my lips.

My name.

It sounded good coming from his mouth.

It sounded wanted.

Will jarred me back into the moment, kissing me with a ferocity that I never expected from him. He squeezed my ass, pressing me impossibly closer to him as he backed us up into a wall. He drank me up as if he were dying of thirst, sucking, kissing, and biting at my skin.

I forced my eyes open, needing to see this, needing to see him.

I knew I'd be replaying this scene over and over again in my head for years to come. I wanted to remember everything, like how when he pulled off my shirt he sucked the skin of my collarbone in a way that made me tip my head back and let out a small moan. "You taste so good," he whispered, gently sinking his teeth down into my flesh. "I always knew..."

His words trailed off as he lifted his hands up and tucked his fingers beneath the straps of my bra, tugging them both down in one gentle movement. He scooped my breasts up in his hands and bent his head into my cleavage before greedily taking me into his mouth. I dug my nails into his back. For once, everything inside me felt alive and I was completely present in the moment. All I was thinking about was Will.

I felt a hunger deep in my belly; it was powerful and it needed to be fed. Moving my hands between us, I undid his jeans and yanked them down over his hips, already knowing that I was in too far over my head. I knew this wasn't going to get Will out of my system. Instead it was going to be like throwing gas on a fire. I was going to get burned.

He grabbed my ass, lifting me up as I locked my legs around his waist. Shaking his legs free from his pants, he stepped across the room, gently settling me down on the edge of the bed and looking down at me with hooded eyes. He edged closer, bringing his lips down onto mine, and guiding me onto my back as he supported his weight above me.

My tongue swept through his mouth again, tasting the tequila and the beer, a bitter reminder of how we'd gotten here. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing the thought from my head and arching my body up to his. Sensing my need, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, clawing it away from my body. His hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my hard nipples between his thumb and finger and making me drop my head back into the pillows behind me.

"So fucking beauiful," he whispered into my neck, gliding his lips across my damp skin and leaving me squirming against the wake of tremors left in their path. His tongue flicked against my nipple, before he sucked it deep into his mouth, and I gasped as my body bowed to him.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

Slowly he drew my nipple up through his teeth, biting down gently as my eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy. He skimmed his lips down to my stomach and I could feel his breath teasing my skin. The throbbing between my legs deepened as he unbuttoned my jeans. He slid them down my thighs before running his hand back up the inside of my leg and nudging my legs apart. Settling his body between them, he kissed the skin right beneath my belly button and ran his tongue down to the top of my panties.

I remember thinking that we were passing the point of no return just as he hooked his fingers under the elastic and shimmied the black lace material over my hips. Nothing between Will and I would ever be the same.

"Lexi?"

I blinked, forcing myself to concentrate on the guy in front of me but he blurred in and out of focus. Something over his shoulder caught my attention and my jaw hit the floor when Will turned up the stairs. His eyes flamed with annoyance when he spotted me at the other end of the hallway and my cheeks flushed with mortification. I didn't think there was enough room in this house to contain my humiliation.

He pulled himself up the last two steps and started towards us and I felt myself sliding back, unprepared to deal with what was about to come. Will approached us, reached around the guy, and grabbed me by the arm, roughly yanking me towards him. The world started to spin for a moment and I lost my footing and ended up crashing into his body.

When he slipped himself inside me I cried out. My body arched up to his, meeting each of his thrusts stroke for stroke. He bit down on my shoulder and his bare chest pressed against mine and I felt his thick muscles crush against my breasts.

"Hey!" The frat guy called out in surprise while glaring over at Will, but he shut him up with just one look.

"Your sister and I have been looking everywhere for you." He sounded pissed and he held me up against him, making sure I didn't fall. And I probably would've if he wasn't there; I felt like I could barely stand anymore.

My head rolled back against his shoulder and I let out an empty laugh. "Of course. Erin!"

Will frowned and hiked me up against him, supporting more of my weight. "Yes. Erin. Your sister. Who is right downstairs freaking out about where you are."

I snorted, hating the fact that he was here because of her, not me. Erin used to always deny that anything was ever going on between the two of them, but that didn't mean anything; she could've been lying. And honestly, it didn't matter anyway. Will loved her; it was plain to see.

He started to gather me up and walk me towards the stairs, but I planted my feet firmly on the ground and struggled against him. He looked over at me full of exasperation, like I was the last thing he wanted to be dealing with. "So help me God Lexi, I'll throw you over my shoulder if I have to. Don't be difficult."

"Don't be difficult," he teased, with an easygoing smile, as he pried my knees apart and swept his tongue over me. My whole body shuddered and I gasped in a breath as my legs fell open and my fingers dived through his hair.

Now he was reaching out his hand again and I looked at it there, waiting for me to take it. The guy next to me grumbled something about needing to find someone and took off down the hall. I was out of options. I knew this was going to be the more painful choice, but I didn't have another one. So I took his hand.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I hope you guys enjoyed the new chapters. Things are starting to unfold. I don't know about you, but heart broke for Mary. I can't imagine being in her shoes right now. I think we also got a little more insight into who Erin is, and what exactly happened that night between Lexi and Will.

It surprised me how many of you had negative feelings for Lexi. I can only tell you this: we're only at chapter nine. But even if things don't change and you still hate her, I'm cool with that. I never set out to write well-loved characters. I like them damaged, flawed, and sometimes just downright unlikeable. It makes them all the more real to me. If I wanted to read about someone perfect who had bluebirds braiding her hair each morning, I'd rent a Disney flick ;)

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