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turned to him to finally get
my point across.
    I
pointed my finger up into his face and said, “You know what?! I don’t need
anything from you or anybody else.  So fuck you buddy…”
    He
flinched.
    “…and fuck
the white horse you rode in on.”
    I
turned and started to walk away and he continued to follow behind me all the
way to my bike. It was late at night so the streets were empty except for the
people returning home from the clubs.  The night air was cool and it
carried the smell of oncoming rain.  The streetlights cast an eerie glow
on the black streets and the sidewalks were lined with replica antique light
posts.  Shadows were cast across our path from the large Live Oaks that
lined the street and the moss hanging from the branches swung lazily in the
breeze.  I refused to acknowledge him and when I reached my bike, I put on
my helmet and climbed on to ride home.  I started the ignition and revved
the engine a couple of times to allow it to warm up.  I kicked the bike
into gear and pulled away.  His eyes were still watching me as a drove
off.

Chapter Three
    I
arrived at the apartment and stood at the base of the stairs regretting having
accepted an apartment on the third floor.  I started my trek up what felt
like twelve flights and turned the corner to my door.  I opened the door
and then closed it quietly behind me.  Annie and David were in bed and
Alex had fallen asleep on the couch watching horror movies.  I was
exhausted from my craptastic evening but the situation was too much to
resist.  I walked over to the television and turned it to the static
channel.  I turned up the volume to add more of a spooky effect and I
turned to make sure that the noise hadn’t awoken Alex.  When I saw that he
was still sleeping, I tiptoed into the kitchen and grabbed Annie’s rubber
lobster oven mitt.  I tiptoed back behind Alex and grabbed his face with
the mitt, growling as loud as I could.
    Alex
immediately woke up and shrieked.  He jumped up from the couch and was swinging
his arms around attempting to hit anything in his vicinity.  He knocked
over a lamp and then jumped from the sound of the shattered ceramic.  He
stood still for a second and then rubbed at his sleepy eyes so that he could
see clearly.  Once he spotted me, his face turned a deep shade of scarlet.
    “Not
cool, Paige!”
    I
started laughing so hard I had to clutch at my sides from the cramping and fell
to the floor.  I was rolling on the ground laughing as Alex walked up
beside me.  He looked down at me and grinned while waiting for me to stop
laughing.  I wiped the tears from my eyes and reached up for his
hands.  He grab my outstretched arms and pulled me up into an
embrace.  He kissed me on my forehead and then lightly kissed me on my
nose. 
    His
silver eyes darkened and his mouth softly brushed against mine.  I tilted
my head up to him in acceptance of this closeness and he lowered his mouth to
mine again.  I parted my lips and his tongue ran along my bottom lip and I
opened more to allow him entrance.  I touched my tongue to the barbell in
his and he let out a low moan that somehow pulled on my southern regions. 
Our kiss was languid and he slowly ran his hands up my sides.  I pushed my
hands into his hair and pulled him closer to me.  He reached around to caress
my breasts and stopped suddenly.  He started to pull away and I grazed my
teeth along his bottom lip as we lost contact.
    “Paige? 
What the hell?  Why is your shirt all wet?”
    Crap, I
had forgotten yet again that I was wearing someone’s drink.
    He continued. 
“You reek of alcohol.  Have you been drinking and driving your bike?”
    I
started to walk back towards my bedroom and Alex followed.  I stripped off
my shirt and tossed it in the hamper then sat on the bed to start taking off my
boots.  I looked up into Alex’s expectant face.
    “No, I
haven’t been drinking.  I mean, I had one beer, but that was when I first
got there.”  I