6. Jasper

The moment after the stranger left the bathroom I snuck out completely on edge, glancing every which way hoping no one saw. I don't even stop to speak to anyone, leaving the party to walk back to the dorms.

I'm barely a metre away from the commons when I hear footsteps behind me. Clanking footsteps that can only be made by platform sneakers. I only know of one person who wears that kind of stupid shoes.

My best friend Nancy. I slow my pace but don't turn to look at her. She stops beside me, matching my steps, puffing. I stop dead and she bumps into me.

"Jasp, what are you doing walking out here in the dark?"

I can't look at her. Looking at her will cause all the emotions tearing me up inside to pour out. I can't hide my emotions, especially from Nancy. She'll see right through me.

"Jasp, you're scaring me," she says exasperated. "Did something happen at the party?"

I shake my head, a sob escaping my lips as I turn to look at her, pulling her into a hug. Her voice is muffled into my shoulder, "Jasp, please tell me what's wrong?"

Even though I want to continue hugging her for comfort, I pull back.

"I kissed someone at the party," I admit, feeling my cheeks colouring.

Nancy's eyes light up. "Your newly betrothed?"

Again I shake my head and start walking off again. Nancy follows me, her steps matching mine.

"No, it was a guy," I confess, turning away from her gaze so she doesn't see my cheeks heating, remembering his kiss.

"A guy? You kissed a guy?" Nancy questions, her tone intrigued.

"Yeah," I respond, kicking the rocks underfoot. "Well, he kissed me."

"And?" Nancy replies, her tone almost snide.

"And what, Nanc?"

"Was it a good kiss?" she probes for more. I ponder her question, reliving the kiss in my mind, trying not to groan at the memory of the pleasure I felt with his lips on mine.

"Amazing. I didn't know kisses could feel like that."

"Hmm, so who was this guy?"

I shrug. "I didn't get his name. One of the dancer guys pulled him away and seemed angry at him."

"Oh," Nancy stammers, shocked and stopping dead as we walk into common grounds surrounding the dorms. "What did he look like?" she blurts out, adding, "The guy you kissed I mean."

"Dark messy hair and covered in tattoos," I answer, sighing when I add, "And mesmerising grey eyes."

Nancy gasps. "You said the dancer knew him?"

"I'm guessing so, why do you ask?"

"It could only be one."

I give her an incredulous puzzled look. "Who Nanc?"

"Reece," she mumbles, surveying the ground instead of meeting my eyes.

"Montserrat?" I question flatly, hoping her answer is no.

But of course, I couldn't be so lucky, as my best friend responds to explain, "Yes, the main dancer tonight was Malyk Exton. They're best friends, Jasp."

I shake my head violently, collapsing onto a stone seat in the courtyard with my head in my hands as I try to hold back my tears.

"Oh god, Nancy! I kissed a Montserrat," I screech, my voice and breathing wheezy.

Nancy sits beside me, a hand on my knee.

"Don't worry about it Jasp. I'm sure no one other than Malyk saw it."

I eye her then. "I hope so, Nanc. Because no one can know I kissed the enemy."

"I won't tell a soul," she promises, before questioning me, "but Jasp?"

"Yeah?" I mumble, quirking my eyebrow up.

"Do you want to kiss him again?"

"I'd be lying if I said no," I admit, trying to hide the smile that wants to cross my face. "But I"ll do nothing to cause kissing him again to come to fruition."

"If that's what you wish, Jasp. I just want you to be happy."

"And I am Nanc. I'm here at university to study art history. It's all I want."

"Ok, well goodnight then dear friend," Nancy says standing from the seat as I do. We kiss each other's cheeks in turn and I reply, "Goodnight my dear Nancy."

After Nancy walks off with a wave I head to my dorm room, and fall back on my bed, sighing, exasperated.

I can't believe I kissed Reece Montserrat and enjoyed it; loved it quite frankly. No kiss has ever felt that arousing–not that I've had many–but I know it was beyond amazing. I'm annoyed at myself that I still can't stop thinking about how Reece's lips felt on mine and that my dick is stirring in my underwear, reliving the kiss in my mind as I drift off to sleep. Kissing the enemy was a sin enough, but still thinking about it is giving into the devil's temptations–my desires–that I've been hiding inside. I shouldn't want to sin again with Reece –or any guy– but after kissing the enemy I'm thinking about sinning in ways far more naughty than kissing. Reece Montserrat is the devil in the flesh.