"I missed you, Maverick. It's crazy how we have to hide it." Ashley pouted, sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine in one hand.
"Hey...." He smiled and reached out to run a small circle on her lip. "At least, we're here now. I've just been pretty busy with work, you know?"
"Yes, I understand that. But it doesn't make it easier."
Maverick leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.
He walked away for the bathroom and after a few moments, he walked out. Straight towards the beautiful woman who was watching him.
"Look.... Ashley, I can't bear this."
Ashley looked at him, concerned and then suddenly she broke into smile and pulled his head.
"Nah. You drama king." She teased and Maverick laughed.
They fell into a passionate kiss again.
It was slow and careful. Like one person didn't want to break the other person but it didn't last in that momentum.
Ashley's hand wandered to the back of his head and let it linger.
It was wild.
Then, wilder.
And soon, Maverick was forcing a hand beneath her shirt.
"Maverick." Ashley managed to whisper and that made him stop and look into her face. "Yeah?"
"The door."
Maverick smirked and went to lock it. Once he was back with Ashley, he scooped her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her jaw and rasped.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Come on. You already know what I want."
He walked toward the bed and placed her down.
Maverick took his time to fling his shirt off himself and dive in, aching for who he'd wanted all week long.
His wild hands trailed up the curve of her waist and grabbed.
He was in tonight.
Plunging and pleasuring.
★★★
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"Shawn, will you like to join me and Tiffany in the drinking?"
"Nah. I'm wiped. I had some alcohol already and it's time for me to take myself home." "Oh.... It's boring out here, right?" Bree chuckled and Shawn quickly shook his head.
"Oh no. Not at all. I literally planned to go back home at 10:30p.m anyway."
"Wow. Unlike me. I was here to...." Bree stopped herself.
Instead, she sighed and swallowed. They were standing in the frontyard and a set of girls hurried past, laughing.
"How are you gonna go home?" Shawn asked.
"Actually, I can use a room upstairs."
"Oops. Don't mind me. Forgot you kinda live here."
"Yeah."
Tiffany gasped.
"Oh my gosh. You live here? We're gonna have a lot to talk about. Bye, Shawn. You're holding us back!"
"Yeah." Shawn said and glanced at Bree unsure but the girl was smiling. "Be careful, Bree."
"Yes, I will. Bye."
"Bye."
Shawn walked off and instantly Tiffany grabbed Bree's hand and they were hurrying towards a seat.
Just like when Bree came, there was goodies and chops everywhere and there was dancing.
The music had grown louder. Bodies swayed and bumped into one another as the lights flashed in lazy purples and blues. There were people talking and laughing. It was such a jolly atmosphere.
"Oh wait. Let's get us get some drinks first!"
Tiffany snatched her new friend's hand in hers and led the way.
Bree moved carefully through the crowd, still clutching her shoulder purse like it was armor. Her black hoodie felt like a safety net, even though sweat was already lining the back of her neck.
They got to the drink stand and Tiffany looked at her.
"Want soda or you going full rebel with me?" Tiffany teased with a loud voice, raising a red cup with a dramatic wiggle.
Bree smiled.
"Just soda, please." Bree yelled.
"Okay. It's not like I drink a lot either."
Bree nodded in understanding.
"Okay."
Finally, Tiffany was handing her a cold cup of soda and led the way.
"Bree, let's use the parking lot. It's quiet."
Bree nodded.
They walked in silence and when they finally got there, Tiffany paused.
Expectantly, Bree waited.
"Now, we'll sit on that Rover."
"Tiffany!"
"Bree. We won't touch anything. We'll just sit. The owner's probably drunk somewhere."
"Are you sure? Are you sure this is safe?"
"It is. Come on. I'll get on first."
"Okay."
Tiffany handed her friend the red cup of alcohol, climbed and sat effortlessly and Bree instantly followed suit.
Tiffany helped her to hold her cup and Bree tried.
"Careful."
"Yeah."
Soon they were seated and Tiffany offered her hand with a warm grin.
"To our friendship, Bree."
"Yeah."
Bree grabbed her new friend's hand and shook it.
They disengaged and looked up front.
"Your hands are so frail."
For a moment, Bree let herself laugh. And then, she paused, wrinkling her forehead.
"No, what you mean? My hands are not frail."
"It is."
"It's not."
"It is."
"It really is not."
"Haha. So, what year? Fresher?" Tiffany asked.
"Fresher."
"Great. I'm in my second year in the prestigious university."
"Wow. So, you've came to this party last year?" Bree asked instead of said.
Tiffany nodded.
"Yeah."
"Have any idea what it's for?"
"The authorities said it's meant to happen in the campus grounds, but due to some issues we don't know about, they offered this place. It's more of a social thing for making friends but now, it's.... wild."
"Whoa." Bree said, not sure if she was really amazed.
"Which reminds me! Tell me about this people. The Ashley and Rowland's people." "Well, I don't really know. I'm Ashley's housemate."
"Wow. I'm always intrigued by that lady. Tell me about her."
"Ummm. She's great. I can't believe she is such a dependable person. Kind. Supportive."
Tiffany was smiling as she watched Bree look at the skies, reminiscent.
"Well, there's still more to know about her." "Okay. Uhm. So, how did they all treat you as one. I mean, we didn't expect them to have a new member."
Bree laughed.
"Uh oh. Are they all that famous?"
"Ah, very. Last year, they all were in school till Maverick graduated and Alejandro dropped out."
"Wow."
"You should see them walking majestically all the time. We all were dying for them all."
"Wow."
"Yes. So, how are they treating you?" "They're actually very normal if you're close to them. They're friendly and kind."
"Yeah. So.... What about the youngest one. Rolando?"
"Yeah. He's cool. He makes me laugh."
Tiffany laughed like Rolando had made her laugh too. Then she quickly paused like she had inwardly cautioned herself.
"Well.... I, uh, like him."
"Really?"
Tiffany blushed and pressed her glasses down on her nose.
"Come on. Everyone has their interest in at least one person."
"Hey, I'm not complaining."
Tiffany took a gulp of her drink.
Bree followed suit.
"You don't have a crush among them?" Tiffany suddenly asked Bree and Bree bit her lips, thoughtfully.
Tiffany turned fully, looking wounded.
"Come on. I told you mine!"
Bree blushed.
"I like Alejandro."