Game On (Game On 1)

He’d seen every part of me. Explored every part of me. Made my whole body tingle and shiver when his hands, his lips had travelled over my skin.

“Oh God.”

It was bad enough that I’d slept with him, but the fact it had been so damn good made the situation a million times worse.

Well, practice makes perfect.

I needed to move.

Carefully, I unwound Radleigh's arms from around me and slid off him, standing up. My head throbbed painfully as I made my way to the kitchen in search of something to drink.

After going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water, I got a flashback to the night before. On the living room floor was Radleigh's duvet and the discarded packet of cookies, not to mention the pile of clothes he’d removed before I’d even got my hands on him.

With a groan, I slunk over to the sofa and collapsed on to the cushions. I took a long swig of water, hoping a drink would clear my head a little but it didn't work. I wasn't hungover. Just tired and ashamed.

Oh crap, I need him out of my room before Billy and Stacey wake up!

The thought shook me out of my slump. There was no way I wanted them to find out what happened between Radleigh and I, especially after I’d made such a big deal out of how much I hated him. Although, knowing them as well as I did, I realised they wouldn't surface until at least noon.

A muffled bleeping noise caught my attention. Missed call on my phone. It must have been going off all night. I dragged myself up from the sofa and into the hallway where I’d left my bag. Pulling out my mobile, I saw one missed call, and a text message from Miguel. My heart gave a jolt as I read his name.

Hi angel, hope you had a great time at the party. I love you. X

I love you.

My eyes remained fixed on those three little words with huge meaning. In all honesty, Miguel hadn't even crossed my mind once I got home from the wedding. I’d been too busy, first trying to keep McCoy out, then giving into the temptation I’d been fighting for so long.

Guilt began to fill me and I sank down on the floor in the hallway – too laden with remorse to move any further.

I could still smell McCoy on me, on my t-shirt, on my skin. What the hell had I been thinking? How could I have let myself give in?

You're so weak. Weak and stupid, just like when you were younger. You had a good thing with Miguel, and instead of sticking with him, a guy who adores you, you threw it away for a night of meaningless sex.

I ran a hand through my hair and with a sinking feeling, I was transported back to my days as a teenager. The days when I’d been led by my hormones instead of my brain. That was precisely what happened with Radleigh.

My head ached with regret, and my stomach twinged guiltily. How would I ever look Miguel in the eye after this?

And Taylor?

How could I be on her side when I’d literally slept with the enemy?

“Leah?”

Breaking my thoughts, Radleigh stepped out into the hallway. “What are you doing down there?”

For a second, I wanted to let him wrap me up in his arms and block out the confusion for a while. Stupid. All that would have done was make things worse.

Pull yourself together, lady!

“Leah, are you okay?”

“I've been better.”

He gave a sigh, like he’d been expecting that kind of reaction from me. “Before you start giving me a hard time about last night, just remember, I didn't force you.”

“What did you think I was going to say?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm, “‘Last night was wonderful, I love you?’”

He tilted his head to one side, a smirk taking over his face and I said, “Oh, go to hell.”