Sour Game

SABRINA MORALES

I was curled up on my bed when the resort landline vibrated on the bedside table.

The sound went off. I blocked my ears with my pillow.

It wasn't enough to drown the noise away. I grumbled.

“Ughhhh! Can I be left alone for a minute?” I cried out to the walls of my room.

I was able to ignore the call once.

Barely a minute later it was ringing again.

I hissed and stretched for it.

“Hello?” I shifted to the edge of the bed. I remained curled and my voice came out shushed thanks to the pillow beside me.

“Good evening, miss. Blaze Williams is asking to come up to your room. Should I send him up?”

The name alerted me. I instantly sat up.

My head threatened to fall because of the speed.

“Blaze Williams?” I asked in case I heard wrongly.

“Yes, miss,” the voice at the other end said again.

It was a female and her tone was professional and clipped.

“Send him in,” I said at once.

Filled with a newfound energy, I rose from the bed and threw my wardrobe open.

I thought of changing but I didn’t know what I was interested in wearing.

I didn’t want to do much.

So I rushed into the restroom and washed my face.

Again.

I was tired of crying and washing. Tired of breaking down and pretending to be fine.

I didn’t want to pretend. I wanted to be and Blaze…

He was at my door knocking soon.

I wasn’t expecting anyone else so I Mum didn’t even know which room I had taken.

Blaze did not know my room too.

I jumped and crossed the space from the bed to the door.

I opened the door. At the sight of Blaze, I curled my toes.

He held the door frame, leaning towards it. Blaze lifted his head.

At the back of my mind, I was impressed that he had found my room.

Blaze took one large step and closed the distance between us.

His lips were on mine before I could think.

He crashed his tongue into my mouth and my eyes shut.

It rolled to the back of my head and I moaned into his lips.

Red wine enveloped my senses. The cave of his mouth set fire to my soul.

I held his elbow as Blaze led me to the bed. Each step we took I didn’t think through. But once the back of my leg touched my bed, my eyes flew open.

I pushed him away.

“Get away from me!” I spat.

Anger bubbled. It started small, like a ripple until it hit me in waves and tides.

I remembered and I pushed him again. “Get away!”

“Sabrina,” Blaze tried to hold me.

I wasn’t having it. I wrenched my fingers out of his grip.

He made me sick. Ten minutes ago he couldn't remember my name and now he was in my room kissing me so passionately.

“Our parents are getting married. Get a grip of yourself,” I said, recoiling. “It was one night and that's all it would ever be.” I pointed at him, speaking with anger.

“Sabrina, please calm down,” Blaze pleaded with me.

I held my head, preventing it from bursting. “I hate you,” I said, breaking down. “You forgot my name and now you’re here kissing me?!”

My stomach hurt and I bent forward. It felt like I was going to roll my heart out of me.

It will travel up my throat and out of my mouth.

And I would spit it out like it was a ball of hot, soured meatballs.

I looked at him again and my emotions clashed. My mind fought for restraint while I yearned for him. Both happening at the same time.

Blaze’s eyes were cut into slits. His brows furrowed together as his eyes searched mine for answers.

He moved with a desperate apology.

“I made a dick move. A couple of dick moves actually and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you,” Blaze demonstrated with his hands as he explained.

His words infuriated me even more. I shook my head, surging with all of the things he made me feel.

Still angry, I tried to push him again.

His body, a steady rock barely moved. But he didn't fight back.

“Fuck you!” I bit out.

Blaze continued with his apology. “I’m sorry. I came here to see if you were okay. And I shouldn't have kissed you. I see how disrespectful that was—”

I shut his apology halfway, throwing my body onto him.

Blaze held my back as our tongues clashed. I bent my face and he found his way into me again.

Whatever more thing he had to say, it didn't matter. I had snatched it away.

I was conflicted. I wanted him but I didn't think it was right. I hated him but I was greatly attracted to him.

I was torn between decisions. To let go or to hold on.

I was giving in to my temptations now that I could. I deserved to treat myself after everything this trip had served me.

And Blaze didn't mind. I didn't mind what we were either.

He picked me up and changed the path of our actions.

Instead of the bed, Blaze dropped me on the dresser table.

The wood creaked as I lifted my hip, jamming it against him.

His teeth grazed my bottom lip and my fingers dragged down his back.

We started to frantically remove our clothes.

The buttons of his shirt flew open along with the zipper of his pants.

I drew my dress up as his mouth moved to my nipples.

He swirled his tongue and my entire self quivered again. My head fell back to the mirror.

Blaze’s fingers wandered between my legs. I jerked when he touched me there and he held me still, pushing an entire finger into me.

I wasn't sure what to focus on. His hands or his mouth. My boobs or his fingers which were buried in my depth.

I grabbed Blaze’s ass, wanting him more than I did ten minutes ago.

More than I did a second ago.

“I hate you,” I murmured. I stopped myself from saying the opposite of that to him.

I couldn’t love my stepbrother. I shouldn’t even be fucking him but one more time would not hurt.

Blaze kissed my shoulder, then trailed his lips to my neck before returning to my mouth. He held my chin, locking his gaze with mine as he slid into me. My body surrendered, and I struggled to hold his eyes.

“I love you,” Blaze said breathlessly.

Our hips met with a resounding slap, and we stilled, savoring the connection. Neither of us wanted the moment to end

Reality loomed over us.

We felt good, but we knew this couldn’t last. It could never last between us.