Wanting Winter(32)

I have just wanted to blame her.

To justify it.

Once we get to the apartment complex, we all climb out of the cab. Drake turns, facing Candice. “You should go,” he says bitterly.

“I am staying with her tonight; she will wake up knowing something happened if I’m not there.”

I have never heard Drake growl, but he does, and it’s almost scary.

“Fine.” He turns, and I help him open the door. He walks up the stairs, holding onto Winter like she doesn’t weigh a thing.

When we get to her apartment, Candice opens the door and I tell him where Winter’s room is. He takes her there, putting her in bed fully dressed, taking off her heels and placing them on the floor then pulling the sheets over her. He puts on the bedside light and leaves. I stand in the doorway watching her.

She looks so beautiful.

He soon comes back with a glass of water and some painkillers laying them near the light; he looks at me once before heading to the living room.

I walk into Winter’s room sitting on her bed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear and she smiles in her sleep like she knows it’s me. I sigh looking to the ceiling. I feel like I’ve known her for so much longer but in just a few days, I have wrecked her life.

Why couldn’t I have stayed away?

I’m a player.

Always will be.

Knowing all this, I still can’t bear to let her go. Being around her feels too amazing, having her smile at me, and look at me like I’m her everything, and it’s something I’m not ready to give up just yet. But with Candice, my body deflates. She’s exciting, and something is there, something different than what I feel towards Winter.

Kissing her on top of her head, I stand up, closing her door. I head to the living room where there is a standoff between Drake and Candice.

“We’d better go,” I tell him.

He just continues to glare at her before nodding and walking to the door.

I follow suit.

“Trent wait,” she calls out.

“What?” I ask defeated and tired.

“Is he going to tell her?” She bites her lip; my eyes go to her mouth before looking away then looking back at her.

“No, he’s not.” I see her body relax, she doesn’t want Winter knowing any more than I want her knowing. She was bluffing all along. “I better go.” I quickly say.

She takes hold of my hand stopping me. “I guess that’s it.”

“I guess so.” I try to walk again but she pulls me back, kissing me, her hand going to the back of my head and pulling me into her before pushing me away. She glances up at me and I stand there looking at her for a moment before walking out of the door and up the stairs to my place. Heading into my own apartment, I don’t see Drake which means he’s gone straight to his room.

I don’t blame him for not wanting to be around me.

I don’t want to be around me.

I slump on the couch, my hand going in my hair in frustration.

I sit there in my own self-pity before deciding to head to bed. I stand up when there is a tap on the door. If I wasn’t sitting in pure silence, I wouldn’t have heard it. I open the door to see Candice standing there a little unsure.

“What are you doing here?” Has this girl got a death wish? I walk into the hall, closing the door.

“I had to see you.” Her eyes look into mine.

“Just go. We’ve been caught; it’s over.” I turn to head back inside when she pulls my arm so she is once again kissing me.

She pulls back a little. “I know you want me, physically anyway. Knowing we are caught makes me want you even more. I am so wet and aching for you. I need you inside me or I’m going to explode.” She pants against my mouth. I feel her hands glide down my shirt to my erection. “I need you inside me, Trent, please,” she begs, kissing me again.

I end up kissing her back, pinning her against the wall and lifting her dress. She quickly unzips my jeans, pulling them down. I bend down, positioning myself, and with a quick motion, I am inside her. I thrust fast into her, her hands on my shoulders, one of her legs wrapped around me, arching her body into me. I fuck her hard and fast. I keep going until we both quietly moan out our release and I pull out.

Once again, I was inside her without wearing anything.

I just stand there, looking at her confused. “You better go,” I say, after a few minutes of silence. She nods, walking away I press my head against the wall tapping my fist against the it wanting to punch it, but I know it would lead to suspicion.

What the fuck am I doing?

What the fuck do I do?





Twelve





Winter





I wake up with the worse headache to mankind and a mouth as dry as a desert. I feel like I swallowed cotton wool last night. Sitting up, I almost throw up when things go a little dizzy.

How much did I drink last night?

I groan when I remember all the shots.

I groan again when I remember my dance with Drake.

God that is embarrassing.

I look around my room, a little disappointed that Trent isn’t here. I do see he’s left me a glass of water and some painkillers, and I smile at his thoughtfulness. Taking them, I sit for a few minutes before standing on wobbly legs, heading to the bathroom.