"I can tell." Alexander's hand slides onto my waist. "What were you and that fucker Rowan talking about? He seemed really close to you."

"You always have to worry about what I do with other people don't you?" I raise my eyebrow at him, and Alexander just has the audacity to smirk. "Maybe we were talking about how annoying your face is sometimes."

"Thalia, if I'm so annoying when why are you dripping wet right now?"

I can't help but press my thighs together.

How would he know?

"Ew. No." I grimace, but then feel Alexander's hand slide up my thigh and I feel his hand cup me. He can definitely feel how wet I am through my underwear.

My eyes close and I can't help but let a small moan escape from my lips.

"Seem pretty fucking wet to me, angel," Alexander whispers in my ear. I don't say anything. Instead, I grind into his hand that isn't moving, just pressing against me. "Oh yea, little Thalia is wet for me."

"Xander-" I get cut off by Alexander pressing his lips against mine. One of his fingers moves my underwear to the side and he slips a finger inside me making my grip on him tighten. The kiss is filled with something desirable and desperate. I want to feel his skin on mine and then the heat of his body surrounding me. I want more of him. "I guess your face isn't that bad," I mutter before nipping his bottom lip.

Alexander smiles against the kiss. "You want to sit on it?"

I can't help but smile and kiss him with urgency.

"You're so bipolar sometimes. It pisses me off."

Alexander takes his hand out from under my dress and then he leans back so we aren't kissing anymore.

"And you make me fucking crazy, Thalia. You might pretend or try and hide it from yourself, but I know you, Thalia," Alexander says, as his breathing slows down. "I know what you want. You want someone to love you but also excite you in ways no one else ever can. You want someone to challenge you to make things more interesting. To keep you on your toes and get your heart beating so fucking fast you won’t even know what to do. I know everything about you, Thalia."

And even though my heart feels like it's just going to rip my chest open and offer itself to Alexander, I still manage to pretend for another few seconds that Alexander Russo means nothing to me.

Thirty Two

I try calling Cameron for the fifth time today, but he doesn't answer.

I just want to know what the fuck Alexander said to him. I want to make sure that he is okay and that he doesn't think I’m a heartless bitch, but he isn't answering.