My Famous Ex-Boyfriend (ongoing)

Everly closed her eyes and melted into Keaton's kiss, feeling like she was about to turn into a puddle on the floor. He cupped his hands around the sides of her face and turned his head to the side as his tongue parted her lips and then started slowly massaging against her tongue, making her insides flutter and her legs suddenly feel weak.

'Damn he's a REALLY good kisser,' she thought to herself.

She had daydreamed about what it would feel like to kiss him ever since she saw him in the coffee shop, but the reality was even better than the fantasy. She felt like she was in one of those steamy romance movies she loved to watch. The only thing missing was the falling in love part. She was okay with that though, because she realized now that love was overrated. All it led to was heartbreak.

As they kissed, Keaton's hands slid down over her body and then gripped onto her butt, pulling her closer so that she could feel his heartbeat against her chest and his growing hardness pressing against her crotch. That made her face feel flushed and her entire body was tingling.

She knew the sensible thing would be to go back to her dorm room alone and work on her art assignment, but in that moment, she just wanted to enjoy Keaton Ashcroft's touch a little bit longer because it was doing a really good job of making her forget about her broken heart.

Keaton's hips were grinding against her, moving in rhythm to the loud bass of the hip hop song. Unlike her, he was a naturally good dancer. He gave her another long, steamy kiss before pulling back and looking down at her, studying her face breathlessly.

"I've been thinking," he said softly, reaching out and tucking some of her long brown hair behind her ear. "I think the best way for you to get revenge on Brad for fucking your best friend, is for you to have sex with somebody too and then tell him about it."

As she looked up into his eyes her mind was racing with a million thoughts, but she finally decided he was right.

She nodded, trying to catch her breath too. "Yeah, what better way to get back at him than having sex with some guy I just met, when I wouldn't have sex with him for four years? He'd be furious."

Keaton smiled and nodded. "Probably almost as furious as you were when you found out he had sex with your best friend."

"Yeah," she nodded, before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him again.

Keaton was obviously fine with being used as a pawn in her revenge plot. Of course he would be. He was a player and a womanizer. She remembered their conversation earlier where he said he didn't believe in love and only had one-night stands. That was actually perfect because a one-night stand was exactly what she needed right now.

"What do you say we get out of here and go back to your dorm room?" she asked him with a flirty smile, pretending to be more confident than she really was.

He looked surprised to hear her say that.

He raised an eyebrow. "So you're really taking me up on my offer?" he asked, as if he didn't believe her.

"Yes," she laughed. "Why is that so hard for you to believe? Do you have any idea how freakin' hot you are? Do you even notice the way all the girls on campus look at you?"

That made him smile. "That's not why I'm surprised Everly. You just don't strike me as the type to agree to a one-night stand. Like you said, you were with Brad for four years and never had sex with him. You seem like a bit of a ......"

"A what?" she asked with scrunched eyebrows, pressing him to finish that sentence.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know. Maybe a bit of an uptight prude."