THIRTY-TWO
Zoe
T heir hollering.
The clapping.
It fades.
Into nothing.
Nothing exists besides this.
Tom Bennet’s lips.
Claiming mine.
His hands firmly owning my body, fingers pressed into the small of my back, spread and powerful.
Our thighs.
Touching.
And the heat.
Between them.
Oh, the heat!
I melt into all that he is.
Forgetting where we are.
Who we are.
My own name.
Nothing exists.
Besides this kiss.
Besides him.
My stomach twists as Tom breaks our connection. It’s a fight against reality just to…
Open.
My.
Eyes.
I am intoxicated.
Drugged.
High.
On him.
Lifting my heavy eyelids to meet Tom Bennet’s fiery gaze, I whisper a tiny, “Goodness.”
Amelia shouts, “What was that?!!”
Perry hollers, “And where can I get me some?!!”
Tom’s lopsided smile flashes, and my heart does a somersault as I stare at him. He blows my mind by firmly saying, his voice very deep, “You’re mine, Zoe Cocker.”
Reality slams into my body, and I take a woozy step back. “But I’m…getting married!”
The room starts to spin.
I reach out.
Tom catches me.
And everything…
Vanishes.