An Unexpected Start: A Prequel to An Unexpected Hunger

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Author: C. Rosa
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festered in my gut. I couldn’t keep it there long—it wasn’t something I was good at.
    “Ricky.” I felt a tug on my arm. “Dance with me?”
    I looked back at Alexa’s face. That beautiful fucking face. My heart slammed against my chest.
    “Please?”
    Was she begging?
    Her touch weakened my stance, and I let her pull me away. But I kept my eyes on Jeff.
    “Don’t pay attention to him,” she said , turning my face in her direction. She could diffuse me quicker than sand on a fire.
    My arms were wrapped around her waist, and hers around my neck. Damn, she smelled good.
    “I didn’t think you’d show up tonight.”
    “Why not?” I asked. How long was this song? It couldn’t be long enough. The way she looked at me. I couldn’t explain it. I was so fucking confused. Most of the time, she acted like she couldn’t stand to be in the same room with me. But when she looked at me like this…
    “I just didn’t think you’d be into it.”
    “I’m not. I promised Mom.”
    “Did she eat any of the food I’d brought over?”
    Alexa had been bringing over a bag full of take out from her dad’s restaurant a couple nights a week since Mom’s been sick again.
    “Some of it.”
    She didn’t touch a damn thing, and whatever was on her plate usually ended up in the trash.
    “I’m really sorry about your dad taking off,” she said.
    I pressed up against her a little tighter, and she didn’t flinch. “I’m not.” I didn’t want to think about that asshole ever again. Especially not now. One of her fingers grazed the back of my hair. Holy shit. I’d never had a girl affect me down there with just one finger.
    Just as the last few minutes of the song finished up, Brandon Kelly stomped across the dance floor. He looked pissed.
    Alexa looked up at me from under her long lashes, those dark brown eyes burning right through me. “I better get back to my date.”
    I didn’t want to let her go. I could have thrown her over my shoulder and hauled her away like some fucking cave man. Instead, I let my hands fall from her waist.
    “Thanks for the dance,” she said, walking back toward Brandon.
    As soon as she was close enough, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I had a small urge to break that arm if it weren’t for baseball season starting in a few months.
    I spent the rest of the dance dicking around the room, trying not to look like I was watching Alexa and Brandon’s every move. I kept telling myself I would only stay a few minutes longer, but a few minutes turned into three hours.
    The DJ announced the last song of the night, and I lou nged back at one of the tables.
    “H ow about a dance, Ricky?” Kiley sat a few chairs away. She got up from her seat and held out her hand.
    “I don’t dance,” I mumbled.
    “Then how come I saw you on the dance floor earlier?” She let her hand hover in front of me. “Come on, Ricky. It’s just a dance.”
    I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. She pressed up against me and put my hands square on her ass—not that I was complaining. Kiley and me went all the way back to freshmen year.
    “You going to Jackson’s house after this?” she asked.
    I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but her tits were giving it too much competition.
    “What’s going on at Jackson’s?”
    “The usual. I was hoping you and I could catch up.” She gave me that look…the one that told me we could be catching up all night. “I didn’t come here with a date. Just tagged along with Aiden and Candace.”
    “Yeah, maybe,” I said.
    The song ended, and instead of letting me go, Kiley held on to my hand. I would have put an end to that shit right away if I wasn’t distracted by Alexa and Brandon. They were walking side by side, heading for the door.
    “Hey, Lex,” I called out before I could think it through. I tore my hand away from Kiley.
    Alexa stopped walking. “What’s up?”
    “You going to Jackson’s?”
    Brandon was glued to her side. “Yeah, we’re

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