CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

                                    

                                          

SELENE POV
My eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. 
The party buzzes with the sound of laughter and music, the kind that makes the floorboards vibrate.
 I take a sip of my drink, feeling the cool liquid ease down my throat when I see Freya standing with Elijah, and they look good together, which makes my heart twinge with a mix of envy and desire for Freya.
Every time I look away, I feel the pull to look back, to watch the way Freya's hair falls in waves across her bare shoulders.
She looks absolutely gorgeous.
 On the other hand, Megan is lost in conversation with a group of friends, oblivious to the turmoil brewing inside me.
 I sit right across from Freya, my feet touching her bare thigh. 
Every time I touch her there, her face heats up, the tip of her ear and neck burning hot. 
Her eyes dart to mine, I catch her stare for a fraction of a second, holding it before she quickly looks away as my feet brush deep between her legs. 
She glares at me as I smirk in response.
 I look away, pretending to be unbothered when she excuses herself, slipping through the crowd and into the quiet hallway, the music muffled by the walls.
 She needs air to breathe, which I won't give her. I make my way behind her, not caring about the people who can see us. 
I walk towards the hall, my eyes falling on the bathroom door, and without a second thought, I push it.
 But it's locked. "Open the damn door, or I'm gonna break it and drag you outside and will fuck you in front of your boyfriend."
 I hear the lock open. 
I push it open as I lock the door behind me.
Freya freezes, her back to the mirror when I enter, the makeup brush in her hand as she looks at me. 
I missed that look!
 The bathroom is small, the air thick with the scent of our shared perfume.
 I step closer, the gap between us shrinking.
 Freya's eyes search mine, a question and a warning all at once.
 "What are you doing?" Freya whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant throb of the bass.
I don't answer. 
Instead, I reach out, my hand sliding around Freya's waist, pulling her close. 
Freya's eyes widen, her breath hitching in her throat. 
For a moment, she resists, but my grip is firm, my gaze unyielding. 
The tension grows, a silent dance of desire and denial, until Freya's hand drops to her side, the makeup brush clattering to the counter.
I lean in, my lips brushing against Freya's ear. 
"I can't help it," I murmur, my breath hot against Freya's skin.
 "You're so beautiful."
Freya's body trembles, and I feel the resistance melt away, which I wasn't expecting.
 I capture Freya's mouth with mine, our kiss urgent and hungry. 
Freya's hands find my arm, and she gives it a light push, my fingers tangling in her hair as I deepen the kiss.