A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 298

AVA

He was perched against the kitchen archway, a drink in hand. With how casually he was leaving against the wall, he looked nothing short of those bad boys from the romance novels I'd snuck underneath my bed just so I could read it later.

He had dimples and a sharp jawline that could cut through steel. His gray eyes shone, and for a minute, I imagined what it would be like to get lost in them. He was exactly the kind of boy my parents warned me about, and the kind that I usually crossed the street to avoid.

Perfect.

Without thinking, I walked straight to him, my pulse roaring in my ears.

“Excuse me.” My voice was steadier than I felt, and I exhaled in relief. He turned to me the moment the words slid past my lips, and I watched a hint of amusement dance in his eyes. Before I could second guess myself though, I pressed my lips against his.

It was supposed to be light, you know, like a quick brush. Not deep enough for a real kiss, but just enough to satisfy the dare and leave before the ground swallowed me while.

Apparently, he had other plans.

He didn't let me leave. Instead, he snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him with effortless strength. My back hit the wall, and he kissed me again. Harder this time. My skin buzzed as it came alive, like someone had plugged me into a socket and I was reacting to it.

A low moan bubbled at the base of my throat, but whether or not he'd heard it, I didn't care. On instinct, I grabbed a fistful of hair, just to ground myself from my knees giving way beneath me.

“Damn!” Cheers erupted behind me, and I just knew it was the group. Someone whistled, but they all collectively yelled. “Go Ava.”

When we finally broke apart, I was breathless with my face red, but there was something else that buzzed underneath my skin. Triumph. He must have thought the same thing because he sent me a lazy smirk, before releasing me. He didn't say a word, and neither did I as I made my way back to the room.

I turned just to find Liam and Asher staring at me. Asher looked impressed, while Liam on the other hand, looked like he'd swallowed lime.

With a slight spring in my step, I made my way back to the cushion. Liam's eyes trailed my every move, but I ignored him, like I hadn't just kissed a random stranger like they did in the romance books I read. The game continued, but I barely noticed. Again and again, the bottle spun but I refrained from choosing dare again. Instead, I opted to picking truth and drinking when the options became more raunchier and nasty.

It didn't take too long for the effects of the alcohol to give in. My vision blurred at the side and dizzy spells gripped me by both sides. It was late, I could tell, but I also really needed to pee, and badly too. If I didn't do something about it, I could burst, and I knew that the lightheadedness I was feeling clearly didn't mean anything as opposed to being pressed.

My eyes scanned the crowd, and I scrunched up my nose at the state of the two people I'd come with. Asher has slumped on one of the bean bags, completely knocked out cold and Liam was right next to him.

Great.

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