Lost In The Moment (Moment #1) (6 page)

A hint of jealous strikes me, but why? I shouldn't care, I can't care. I turn my head and grind closer to Adam hoping Jason is still watching and despite my not wanting to look, I couldn't resist looking to see his reaction. Jason wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer and just as he does, I pull Adams hands further down just past my hips and on my thighs dancing slower and sexier. It was becoming a game, a competition, just to get under each others skin. Drunk and feeling reckless, I turn my body so I'm now facing Adam, still grinding while his hands hold a tight grip on my ass. I run my hands up to Adams neck pulling him in until there was no space left between us. Just as I did that, Jason smirked, turned the model around facing him and started kissing her.

Watching him kiss someone else suddenly became too much, I instantly felt a lump in my throat. I had way too much to drink and now I was feeling sick. I had to go, I pulled away from Adam and bolted for the exit.

Once I was outside all I wanted to do was run, run as far away from the club as I could. Cameras were flashing as I pushed through them, they must've sensed some excitement when they saw me running out. I'm stopped by Jason grabbing me and pulling me in his arms to hold me. The paparazzi swarmed us, the flashes were only increasing the dizziness I was feeling. I had to get out of there. "Jason, get me out of here. I think I'm going to be sick." he pulls me over to a nearby car and helps me in. The car sped off, finally away from the paparazzi that surely caught drunk me standing outside the club with Jason. The car gets about a block away from the club when I know I'm about to be sick. "Stop the car!" the driver slows down. "Katie, please don't get out, let me take you home." He must think I wanted to take off, but really, I was about to throw up. "I'm going to be sick. Please stop the car."

The car stops and I jump out and run to the back of the car and just in time because there I was, throwing up, I'm not sure if I was sick from drinking too much or if it was from seeing Jason kissing that model, whatever it was, I was sick. Jason gets out and stands behind me holding my hair. "How could you do this Jason?" Now I'm crying, I never cry and here I am in front of him crying spilling out my emotions. Without saying a word he helps me back to the car and gives me a napkin and some water. Could I have embarrassed myself anymore? What is this guy doing to me? I've lost all control and can't seem to shake this feeling of still needing him.
I must've passed out in the car because I woke up in Jason's bed. I'm relieved when I see I'm still in my little outfit and wearing my heels, meaning nothing else happened. How did I get here? Did he carry me? I look over and he's not there. It's still dark out so I get up to go find him, but first I go into the bathroom to find some mouthwash to get rid of this awful taste in my mouth and see he had laid out an unopened toothbrush by the sink and then I'm reminded that just earlier I was throwing up right in front of him while he held my hair, well that's embarrassing. I brush my teeth and go downstairs to see him still awake on the couch watching TV. Maybe the whole thing with him and Victoria wasn't what I thought, but then again, what if it was? Seeing him tonight kissing that model, made me realize, I still wanted him as much as I wished I didn't. Apart of me was still angry and I just couldn't forgive him that easily. I stood at the end of the hallway looking at him just sitting there, wanting so badly to go over and sit with him, but I refuse to let myself give in. I just need to be as quiet as I can, even though with heels that's nearly impossible, and go home. I turn around and start to go back down the hallway towards the door. "Katie? Katie wait. Just talk to me please." Crap. He heard me.

So much for trying to quietly sneak out. I try to walk faster, but he manages to catch up to me. Shit! That's all I can think to myself. He grabs me and pulls me towards him. He looks at me and I can feel my eyes starting to water. Don't you dare cry Katie, Don't show him any emotion, I try to tell myself. "When I told you I felt something, I meant it. You are not just some girl to me. I fell for you the moment we met. There's no one else I want, just you. Please believe me." I try to pull away, but he doesn't let me and in a way I'm glad because he leaned in and kissed me hard, again lost in the moment I found myself kissing him back. I couldn't hold back how felt. Feeling his lips on mine had calmed me. We were full on making out pressed up against the wall.

One part of me was saying pull away and run home, but the other wanted this. This time felt different, between all of the built up anger and emotions the passion was more intense. I pulled him tightly against me kissing him back. Both breathing heavy and holding each other tighter than we had before, I wanted him, I needed him and I could tell he felt the same. Pulling away briefly to just look into each others eyes, I felt how deeply we wanted each other. Next thing I knew he was lifting me up with my legs wrapped around him and holding me up against the wall kissing me. He was squeezing my hips holding me close allowing me to feel him against me.

He carried me to the couch and laid me down. He was taking off his clothes then he laid himself down on top of me. This time felt different than before, it was intense, it was real, full of passion and wanting and all doubts were gone. My clothes came off and we were all in, just us, nothing else mattered. Feeling him on me made me feel whole, I didn't want to let go, ever. Hands running up and down each others bodies, feeling out every inch of each other. My fingers traced over each tattoo, admiring the beauty of them. The time apart wanting each other so desperately made our need for each other only grow stronger. He was inside me, washing away all of my fears and pain. Still breathing heavily, a moan pours out of me, I could feel all of him and I didn't want it to ever stop. We were no longer just lost in the moment, we were lost in each other.

Chapter Eight

It's been two days, Jason and I are inseparable, we haven't left his house. We can't keep our hands off of each other from making out on the couch and making love in the kitchen, yes the kitchen, to showering together, we were completely consumed by each other. Our phones have rang off the hook, but we ignored every call. It was pure bliss. There was no where else I wanted to be. We laid together outside talking about us and where we go from here, but really, all I wanted was to stay locked away with him just like this for as long as possible. "I want to take you out to dinner. You know, just something nice, like a date." A date night would be nice, since we had rushed into this and completely skipped the whole dating part. A night out may be really good for us.

"That would be nice. You can pick the place. Just surprise me." We were going on a date, together out in public, meaning the world would soon know we were a couple, it was about to be official and I was excited about it, excited because he wanted everyone to know he was with me and no one else. One question still remained, was I ready for the spotlight? As much as I wanted everyone to know I was with him, I wasn't sure being in the spotlight was for me, but one thing I knew for sure, I wanted to be with him, all of him.
I went home so I could get ready for our date and Jason said he'd pick me up around 7, which gave me about an hour to get ready. I told him I didn't want anything too fancy, I preferred something nice yet simple, so he promised he'd keep it that way. I wanted to look nice for him and since paparazzi was expected to show up wherever he did I knew I needed to look presentable, so I pulled all of my nice dresses out onto my bed and started trying them on. It was cute how I tore through my closet looking for the perfect thing to wear for our first date. The excitement was there and after putting on and taking off nearly everything in my closet, I finally found the perfect outfit, a white flowing dress that stopped just above my knees, simple and classy, but open in the back showing off just enough skin to still be sexy, and I had on my tan and gold wedges, it was perfect. Jason loves my hair down so that's how I wore it. I stared at myself in the mirror thinking, this was it, our first real date as a couple and it was going to be made official for all to know. Tonight was going to be perfect.
Jason, just like a gentlemen, greeted me with a single rose and opened the door to the car for me. "Wow. You look amazing."

The look on his face when I walked out was priceless. He had on an all grey suit with a black button up shirt underneath, but no tie to keep it somewhat casual, he looked good, I knew it was going to be difficult to contain my urge of wanting to take him to the bathroom right here and now, but I managed to hold the urge in while we sat the dinner table.

It was a cute and elegant spot located in downtown LA. It was truly perfect, just nice and simple. Surprisingly, there weren't any cameras outside, which was really ok with me, as much as I wanted it to be known he was with me, it was nice with it just being us. Our meals were amazing as was dessert, but now it was time to go. It went so fast, surely it wasn't over just yet. We get in the car and still no cameras. How is it that any other time he's spotted, the paparazzi are everywhere, but tonight, there wasn't a single one.

We get back to Jason's house and get changed into our comfy clothes and of course made love in the process. Sweet passion that we just can't seem to get enough of. I suppose I started it when I quickly undressed to just my panties and heels and greeted him when he walked into his bedroom. He smiled at me and ripped off his shirt just before he pounced on top of me on the bed. What we had really was incredible and we couldn't get enough.

After our fun we ended up on the couch where we both pulled our phones out to check on the updates and news feeds, and then I saw it. A tweet had went out just earlier tonight about Jason Thompson spotted at the nightclub. What? That's impossible because he was with me all night. Is that why there weren't any paparazzi there? "Did you see the tweet about you being at a nightclub?" I had to ask. "Yea. I posted it." Why would he do that? Being the emotional mess that I was when I was with him, I couldn't decide whether to be glad or sad. "Why?" Was it because he didn't want people to know? I thought tonight was about letting everyone know, not continue to keep it a secret. "I just thought it would be good for both of us if we kept us quiet a little longer, so I posted that tweet to try and keep them from showing up at dinner." He wants to keep quiet about us? Why? I was so confused that I didn't even respond, I just sat there not saying a word. I didn't push the issue because I didn't want him to think I wanted the spotlight for my own shining moment, because I didn't, I just wanted everyone to know he was no longer the hot single most eligible bachelor of LA. Flashbacks of the photos of him with Victoria and thoughts of him and the model kissing kept coming back to me.

All I wanted was to rest assured that I truly was the only one he wanted. I know I'm just letting my emotions get the best of me and I need to stop over thinking things, but this is your average relationship, it's real and complicated at the same time.
A week went by and I managed to keep my previous emotions hidden. Everything was great with Jason and I, from walks on the beach to taking long hikes and being the picture perfect couple, it truly felt like love even though neither had said those words yet. Being together was almost too good to be true, we were perfect together. Although I had noticed a change in him and I couldn't quite figure out what, I was sure he was the one and any doubts I had were from my insecurities.
Kayla had finally called yesterday to tell me she was on her way back with Cameron and insisted we have a girl’s night out just the two of us as soon as she got back, so I agreed. We had so much to talk about. Since we were having a girl’s night, Jason and Cameron decided they'd make it a boy’s night, I could tell Jason missed having his best friend around so I was ok with them having a night out. So here Kayla and I were dressed up and standing at the bar. All I could think about was what Jason and Cameron were doing. The last few days Jason seemed distant, but it wasn't too much that I thought I had anything to worry about, but I still couldn't get my mind off of it. Kayla quickly got me to snap out of it by pulling me onto the dance floor. Having her back was just what I needed. Maybe Jason and I just needed a break, we have spent every second together and in any relationship there's always that point where you just need to take a break. Tonight was our break, just a night apart with our friends and tomorrow things would be good again. It was nice to get out and spend time with Kayla. We drank and danced just as we always do when we go out, but this time, I was taking it easy on the drinking. We sat at the bar chatting it up with the bartender who told us about this amazing club not too far away and how it was an A list club, but as long as you looked good, the guy at the door would let you in. I took that as a compliment since he was insinuating that we shouldn't have any trouble getting in. Of course we had to check it out, we were already half way through the night and the fun had just begun.
As soon as we start to walk up to the door, I see Stacy, I had yet to explain my disappearance from the night we went out. She waved us over and since she was in the list, the guy let us right in. "Stacy this is Kayla. Kayla this is Stacy." They shake hands "Nice to meet you Stacy. Cute shoes." Leave it to Kayla to immediately notice someone's cute shoes, the girl loves shoes. "Thanks. Nice to meet you too."

We make our way through the club when Stacy pulls me towards her. "You never did tell me what happened to you that night. You really had me worried." I knew she was going to ask and I had nothing to hide, besides Kayla, Stacy was the only other person who really knew me, after all she was one of my best friends for most of my life, I could tell her anything, so I did. "Well my boyfriend and I were in a rough spot and I saw him there with another girl so I just had to leave. You know how it is. Us females and our emotions." I shake my head knowing she gets it since I was there through many of her relationships in high school. "I totally get that. If it were me, it probably would've been much worse for him than me just running out of the bar." She laughs. We get to the bar and order our drinks, Kayla and I both stunned by how seriously incredible this club was.