closer look, groaning when she saw that Mrs. Knight would not be opening up until 4 p.m. today.
That’s just great. I didn’t want to wait around all day for this. I want it done now
.
She huffed off to the gym, not knowing what else to do, and changed quickly into a pair of gray sweats and a brown t-shirt that had the words
Band Meeting: Present
across the front in white letters. This time she signed in for an elliptical machine, taking her trusty iPod with her and queuing up her favorite workout playlist. Soon she was running to the sound of Scissor Sisters and almost feeling like normal.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the beat and was instantly bombarded with flashbacks from yesterday evening. Only now they had a soundtrack. She could feel his hands grabbing her, his lips kissing her flesh, and his hips bucking to the rhythm of the music.
She opened her eyes again quickly, a warm flush spreading over her face. Her favorite thing was to get lost in a good beat, and she wondered quickly what it might be like to actually have sex with someone to music, since Scott always wanted lights out and said music was too distracting. Once the thought entered her mind she couldn’t shake the fantasies of trying it, with
him
.
Dammit, this is getting me nowhere!
She turned off the machine, and for the second time in two days, gave up out of frustration. After leaving the locker room again with her bag, she noticed a rear exit down the hall that was eerily similar to the one at the dance studio. Wondering if it led to the same alley, Lily looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching and slipped out the back.
There it was. The door to the apartment building.
Deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer and intending to simply check the door and pray it was still unlocked, Lily quietly went up the stairs. As she got closer to the top, she could hear loud rock music blaring from the other side of the wall.
Shit!
She had hoped no one would be there yet.
Lily could tell from the thin streak of light on the ground that the door was cracked open, just like yesterday. Over the music she could hear odd noises that sounded almost like a staple gun punching through the floor. She knew that she should get the hell out of there, but something was drawing her closer. She wanted to peek at him one last time. She wanted to know what he was doing in there to make that noise.
She wanted to see him without being seen.
The song was almost over. It was now or never. She slowly inched forward, holding her breath as she watched her hand getting closer to the door. Just as her fingers came close enough to push it just a little further open, the song ended and she could hear the sound of footsteps. It startled her so much that she reached forward too fast and her hand bumped the door. A loud creaking sound echoed through the hall.
Lily backed up quickly, intending to run away, when the door was suddenly yanked open. There was her beautiful stranger standing before her, sweaty and out of breath, staring down at her in shock. He was messy and disheveled, wearing a black V-neck t-shirt and dark, paint-splattered jeans. Somewhere in the background Lily could hear a sexy techno song starting to play by one of her favorite bands, Prodigy. She stood there, frozen to the spot, and an insane thought entered her mind: this band’s heavy techno beats always made her either want to dance or screw—and this guy didn’t look like he was in the mood to dance.
After what felt like minutes, but was probably only seconds, the gorgeous creature’s too-perfect lips curved up in another wicked smile, as if he were the inventor of the smirk. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, dragging her into the apartment and slamming the door closed. In a move so fast that she had no idea how it had happened, he had her shoved back against the door and half-drunk with his kisses once again.
His mouth was ravenous, as if he were being presented with his
That’s just great. I didn’t want to wait around all day for this. I want it done now
.
She huffed off to the gym, not knowing what else to do, and changed quickly into a pair of gray sweats and a brown t-shirt that had the words
Band Meeting: Present
across the front in white letters. This time she signed in for an elliptical machine, taking her trusty iPod with her and queuing up her favorite workout playlist. Soon she was running to the sound of Scissor Sisters and almost feeling like normal.
She closed her eyes to enjoy the beat and was instantly bombarded with flashbacks from yesterday evening. Only now they had a soundtrack. She could feel his hands grabbing her, his lips kissing her flesh, and his hips bucking to the rhythm of the music.
She opened her eyes again quickly, a warm flush spreading over her face. Her favorite thing was to get lost in a good beat, and she wondered quickly what it might be like to actually have sex with someone to music, since Scott always wanted lights out and said music was too distracting. Once the thought entered her mind she couldn’t shake the fantasies of trying it, with
him
.
Dammit, this is getting me nowhere!
She turned off the machine, and for the second time in two days, gave up out of frustration. After leaving the locker room again with her bag, she noticed a rear exit down the hall that was eerily similar to the one at the dance studio. Wondering if it led to the same alley, Lily looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching and slipped out the back.
There it was. The door to the apartment building.
Deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer and intending to simply check the door and pray it was still unlocked, Lily quietly went up the stairs. As she got closer to the top, she could hear loud rock music blaring from the other side of the wall.
Shit!
She had hoped no one would be there yet.
Lily could tell from the thin streak of light on the ground that the door was cracked open, just like yesterday. Over the music she could hear odd noises that sounded almost like a staple gun punching through the floor. She knew that she should get the hell out of there, but something was drawing her closer. She wanted to peek at him one last time. She wanted to know what he was doing in there to make that noise.
She wanted to see him without being seen.
The song was almost over. It was now or never. She slowly inched forward, holding her breath as she watched her hand getting closer to the door. Just as her fingers came close enough to push it just a little further open, the song ended and she could hear the sound of footsteps. It startled her so much that she reached forward too fast and her hand bumped the door. A loud creaking sound echoed through the hall.
Lily backed up quickly, intending to run away, when the door was suddenly yanked open. There was her beautiful stranger standing before her, sweaty and out of breath, staring down at her in shock. He was messy and disheveled, wearing a black V-neck t-shirt and dark, paint-splattered jeans. Somewhere in the background Lily could hear a sexy techno song starting to play by one of her favorite bands, Prodigy. She stood there, frozen to the spot, and an insane thought entered her mind: this band’s heavy techno beats always made her either want to dance or screw—and this guy didn’t look like he was in the mood to dance.
After what felt like minutes, but was probably only seconds, the gorgeous creature’s too-perfect lips curved up in another wicked smile, as if he were the inventor of the smirk. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, dragging her into the apartment and slamming the door closed. In a move so fast that she had no idea how it had happened, he had her shoved back against the door and half-drunk with his kisses once again.
His mouth was ravenous, as if he were being presented with his
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