Chapter 2 - Part 2

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I was lying on my bed, reading a book, trying to get over my hangover. Jordan was dressed and busy with an assignment with some books open on her bed when someone knocked on the door. We both looked at each other with curiosity. We weren't expecting anyone. I sat up as Jordan walked over to the door and opened it.

At the sight of the person who filled the doorway, my mouth dropped open in shock.

What is he doing here?

The sight of him made me want to climb under my bed and hide. One-night stands weren't supposed to come looking for you the next morning, were they? He was dressed in a faded pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. Even in shock, I couldn't dispute that he was gorgeous.

Had I left something behind and he was here to return it? It was the only logical thing that would explain why he was here. But I couldn't remember leaving anything behind.

"Whoever you're looking for isn't here," said Jordan with hostility. I'd never heard her be so rude before.

But Sin ignored her as his gaze swept past Jordan into the room and onto me. I felt a shiver run through me at the intensity of it. It was too late to hide; he'd seen me. Jordan looked a little confused as she took a step back and looked from Sin to me. I felt a guilty blush tinge my cheeks at the fact that I hadn't told her it had been Sin. He still had his intense gaze fixed on me when Jordan looked back to him.

It was time to take control and be an adult in this uncomfortable situation. I'd had a one-night stand with him, and I didn't need to feel ashamed of that. The only feeling I should feel was the guilt for not telling her it had been Sin. I stood up and dropped the book I was reading onto my bed. An uncomfortable atmosphere set in as I walked over to the door, and Jordan took another step back and watched us with curiosity. He still hadn't said a word, and his gaze fixed on me as I came to a stop in front of him.

Not wanting to have this conversation in front of anyone, my eyes met his for a moment and then I stepped past him. I walked down the hallway, and I couldn't ignore the appreciative looks some of the girls were giving him as he followed me. I opened the door to the staircase and turned to see Sin follow through the door behind me. Silence settled in between us for a few moments after the door closed.

I was the first one to break the silence.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"It really wasn't that difficult," he answered. "I asked around."

"What are you doing here?" I asked anxiously, dropping my eyes to the floor for a moment. Just spending a little time in his presence made me hyperaware of him. It also didn't help that he could remember what we'd done last night, but I couldn't.

"I wanted to check on you."

It was the first time I'd ever heard him talk, or could remember hearing his voice. It had a sexy huskiness to it that made my body tingle. I had to remind myself that as attracted to him as I was, one-night stands didn't do repeat performances.

"Why?" I asked, looking up to him as I crossed my arms.

He gave me a confused look.

"It was just one night. Why would you need to check up on me?" I asked.

He looked at me like I was talking a different language.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, shaking his head slightly.

"Last night was fun and...thanks," I said, unsure of exactly what to say. From what Jordan had said, it had sounded like he was king of one-night stands, so he would know exactly how these things worked.

He cocked his head to the side, brushing his lip ring with the tip of his tongue as he studied me for a moment.

"How much of last night do you remember?" he asked.

Should I lie to him or should I tell him the truth? I hesitated.

"You don't remember," he murmured as he saw the indecision I was wrestling with.

I pressed my lips together as I fidgeted with my hands. There was no point in lying about it. I was a grown woman, and I had nothing to feel ashamed about. I shook my head.

"No, I don't."

"Trust me—sleeping with me isn't something you'd forget," he assured me. Then it occurred to me—if we hadn't slept together, it meant I was still a virgin.

Slowly, so many of the things I'd noticed—like not being sore or tender down there—began to fall into place. He watched me as I began to piece stuff together. But if we hadn't had sex, why had I woken up in the bed with him?

"I don't understand," I said. "If we didn't sleep together, why did I wake up in bed with you?"

That is it! I'm never going to drink again.

"You were out of it last night, and you could barely stand," he revealed. I didn't remember having that much to drink, but I hadn't drunk alcohol before. Maybe I didn't have a tolerance for it.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled to him, feeling the heat of embarrassment on my face.

"Did you take a drink from someone last night?" he asked. I looked at him. I wasn't sure what he was trying to get at.

"Why would you ask that?" I asked, a little puzzled as to what he was aiming at.

"I don't think you were drunk," he answered cryptically as he folded his arms across his chest.

What exactly did that mean? Did he think someone put something in my drink? I frowned.

"Do you think someone spiked my drink?" I asked the thought out loud. He nodded his head slowly while he watched me for a reaction.

"Why would someone want to do that?" I asked, feeling shocked.

"You can't be that naive," he said, looking at me in disbelief.

I tried to hide my anger. Apparently I was naive. It came from a lack of experience, and I was trying to rectify that. Once the surprise disappeared, annoyance took its place as he took a step forward.

"There are bad people out there. People who will do really bad things given the opportunity," he tried to explain to me. It was like he was talking to a child.

"That was why I took you up to my room. I don't want to think what would have happened to you if I hadn't," he said. He dropped his arms to his sides, and turned his hands into fists.

I suddenly felt a little bad for being angry at him when evidently I should be grateful for what he'd done for me.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

He'd looked after me and, like he said, it could have been worse if he hadn't. It explained why I was in his bed, but it didn't explain why I'd been missing most of my clothes.

"You're welcome," he mumbled as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and dropped his gaze to the floor. It was like he was unaccustomed to being thanked.

"Why was I only dressed in my underwear?" I asked, wanting to be able to piece most of what happened that night together.

"You were trying to take advantage of me," he said with a smirk as he watched me blush. He looked like he was enjoying that little piece.

So embarrassing!

"I'm sorry," I mumbled again, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me up. I felt mortified that I'd thrown myself at him.

"Don't be," he said. "If you hadn't been out of it, I probably would have taken you up on the offer."

At that information, my stomach did a flip. Oh, wow!

My skin tingled as his gaze swept me from head to toe. He smiled—that sexy, knowing, type of smile that told me he would make my world move if we had sex.

"Uh...well...thanks," I stuttered back, trying to get a hold of myself.

If this is what he did to me without touching me, I couldn't imagine what he was capable of if he could.

"I'd better go," he said as he turned to leave. Then he hesitated for a moment and looked back over his shoulder to me.

"If you ever want to take advantage of me when you're in a sober condition, you know where to find me," he offered as a sizzling smile tugged at his lips.

I felt my knees weaken from the effect.

Then he turned and left. I stood, trying to recover as the door slammed shut. I leaned against the wall with my back and took a deep breath. His parting remark kept cycling through my mind. Was that something that I thought I was up for? I wasn't so sure. If I had more experience, I would know if I was capable of having sex with him without attaching strings, but I wasn't sure if that was something I wanted to chance. Developing feelings for Sin would only lead to heartbreak for me, and I wasn't sure I was ready to handle that yet.


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