Ugly thoughts were pushing themselves into my head, memories I wish I didn't have. I took off my makeup and tied my hair back, trying to keep my mind occupied.
I stumbled into the corner of the bed, bashing my ankle.
"Paracetamol." I muttered, searching my suitcase. It seemed inevitable I'd have a hangover tomorrow, but maybe it would help to take something now.
I'd just drained a bottle of water when there was a soft knock on the door.
I groaned, it was probably Georgia wanting to check how I was. I got the shock of my life when I saw James stood there.
"Can I come in for a minute?" He drawled, leaning in the doorway.
My eyes travelled over his arm, his pose accentuating the bulge of his bicep.
"I was about to go to sleep." I muttered, gripping the edge of the door.
"I won't take up much of your time."
Against my better judgement, I nodded, stepping back so he could walk in. My mind was in overdrive as he walked to the couch and sat down, wondering what he wanted.
I shut the door, and it was only as I joined him I realised I wasn't wearing very much. My white t-shirt was oversized, but it was thin, and I wasn't wearing a bra underneath it.
"I wanted to apologise if I upset you with my questioning."
I was completely surprised. I hadn't expected him to apologise, or even realise he might have upset me.
"Oh no, I'm fine. You didn't upset me." I muttered, picking up a cushion and holding it close.
He nodded, the smile on his face contagious.
"That's good. I don't have much of a filter, Richard is always telling me off."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"I always admire people who say what they think, I'm the complete opposite."
James raised his eyebrows at me.
"Really? You didn't seem like that at dinner. Especially when I asked you if you knew what you were ordering..."
I felt my cheeks go red, and he started laughing, his hand moving to my leg.
"Relax, I'm teasing. I do that a lot, you'll get used to it."
He winked, and my breath hitched in my throat.
"So, is angulas really one of your favourite meals?" I blurted out, desperate to ignore the ache and heat building in my core.
His eyes twinkled when he looked at me.
"No, I fucking hate it." He said, straight to the point. "It's like eating worms."
I burst out laughing, shaking my head.
"I can't believe you swapped some of your food for it. I was so rude when you tried to warn me."
He squeezed my leg before letting go, and instantly I missed his touch.
"Well, I can't resist helping a beautiful damsel in distress."
My heart skipped a beat, that was the second time he'd called me beautiful. The attraction between us swamped the small space of my bedroom.
"Right, time to call it a night. Let's hug it out." He said, holding out his arms.
My heart was going like a jackhammer and my mouth felt dry. Hugging him was only going to end one way, I was barely controlling myself as it was.
I leaned into his arms and he pulled me close, his hands moving down my back. It felt like my body was being pulled to him, like a tiny splinter of metal to a magnet.
I suddenly became very aware that I wasn't wearing a bra. My nipples were hard, and I knew he could feel them against his chest. His grip tightened, a sharp exhale of breath escaping his mouth.
I knew I should pull away, but my self-control was gone. It had been so long since I had even touched a man, let alone felt attracted to one. Before I could change my mind, I burrowed my face into his neck and brushed my open lips against his throat.
He tugged my ponytail, easing my head back.
"I didn't come here for this." He breathed, his eyes piercing mine.
I swallowed, my hand moving to his chest.
I'm sure my own eyes mirrored the lust I could see in his.
He let go of my hair and moved back, his mouth set in a firm line. Disappointment shot through my body, and I felt the sharp sting of humiliation. Of course he didn't want to kiss me. What the hell was I thinking?
I went to stand, but James caught my wrist, twisting me around so I was on his lap, and then he kissed me.
Our lips fitted together perfectly, like they were made to be together. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and bit down.
Shit! I had never done that before. What the hell had come over me?
He growled and grabbed my waist, pushing me down on his lap. I could feel his hard cock between my legs, and he circled his hips up, rubbing it against my sensitive flesh.
I let out a loud moan, pleasure unlike anything I'd felt before ripping through my body. He pushed his tongue into my open mouth, kissing me like his life depended on it.
Everything was happening so quickly, I'd never experienced physical desire like this before. His hands were underneath my t-shirt, moving to my breasts, and pinching my nipples.
"Fuck…" I moaned, my head flying back at the sharp pleasure. His lips moved to my neck, covering it in soft kisses. The contrast of rough and gentle touches made my head spin, turning me on even more.
I raised my arms for him to pull off my top, when there was a knock on the door.
We both froze, breathing heavily.
"Did you lock the door?" He whispered, dropping his hands from the hem of my t-shirt.
I shook my head, wishing I could turn back time and lock the damn door.
"Sophie, it's me."
Oh no, it was Georgia.
"Just a minute." I shouted, springing into action.
"Hide in here." I hissed, grabbing his arm and pulling him up.
He went to speak, but I closed the door in his face.
I straightened myself out, smoothing down my hair, when she walked in.
"Are you ok? You left so quickly." She asked, her face filled with concern.
My legs felt like jelly and I had to perch on the edge of the bed.
"I'm fine." I replied, pushing a strand of loose hair behind my ear.
She sat down next to me and gave me an appraising look.
"No, you're not. Look how red you are, I've upset you, haven't I?
I resisted the urge to laugh hysterically.
"No, you haven't. I'm exhausted, Georgia, and I've drunk far too much."
Her eyes narrowed, and I knew she wasn't convinced.
"Ok, well I'll let you get some rest. It was such a stupid question, I can't believe I made you think about him-"
"Georgia, stop. I don't want to talk about it." I exclaimed, worried about how much James could hear.
"Ok, I'm sorry."
She pulled me into a hug and rubbed my shoulders.
"Night Soph, I love you."
"Love you too." I whispered as she got up and left.
The second the door closed, I got up and locked it, adrenaline rushing through my body. That was way too close for comfort.
The bathroom door opened and James appeared, a sheepish smile on his face.
"I should go to my room."
The moment had now passed, and I was beyond embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." I muttered, my cheeks heating.
"No need to apologise, I was more than willing. As long as you know that wasn't why I came to see you."
I nodded, my eyes filling with tears. I felt stupid, especially as he seemed to regret what had happened.
I marched back to the door, and he grabbed my hand.
"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't want to. It's just that-"
I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
"I understand, I'm just tired and drunk."
He studied my face, and I mustered up a smile. I was good at hiding the way I felt, I'd been doing it for years
"Ok, well goodnight."
He squeezed my hand, and I felt it again, that rush of heat and desire. If James did, then he hid it well, although he lingered in the doorway for a minute before walking away.