Page 79 of Truth or Dare

“I need you,” she breathed, her voice heavy with longing and pain.

She opened my jeans, releasing me then fumbled with her skirt, pulling her panties aside. I felt her heat as she slid onto me, letting gravity do the work. We rocked together, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I gripped her waist, my heart poundingas we moved as one, both of us clinging to each other, to what we’d once had.

“I love you, Presley,” I whispered, my voice raw. “I’m trusting you to work this out. Because if you don’t, I’ll turn myself in. I’m not letting him take you from me.”

She let out a soft, broken sound as she came, murmuring my name like a prayer. I followed her, the intensity of it leaving me breathless, shaken. She leaned back, her body relaxing against me, and I knew this wasn’t goodbye—not in my mind, not in my heart.

“I love you, Presley. Remember us.”

A few moments later, she pulled away, sliding off me and smoothing her skirt, her fingers trembling. She leaned in, pressing her lips to my cheek, the scent of her floral perfume lingering as she pulled away. I climbed out of the Jeep into the cold night air, watching her taillights fade into the darkness.

I stood there in my darkened driveway long after she was gone, feeling hollow, and more determined than ever to get her back.

To seePresley and not be able to touch her was torture. Evan made sure to rub his possession of her in my face as he kept her close, touching parts of her body that were mine. His big hand cupped her ass, gently squeezing it. Our eyes met and she asked for forgiveness. I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take.

Reagan tapped my shoulder as I exchanged my English book for calculus, shoving it into my locker. I turned, catching her gaze. She looked as tortured as I was.

“Why?” she asked.

I didn’t trust her with the truth.

“We don’t belong together.”

“You’re lying,” she whispered. “What happened?”

I shrugged. “She’s still pissed about the letters. I was a kid and I forgot her.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Stupid letters?”

I slammed my locker shut, putting my book under my arm. “If you haven’t noticed, Presley can be petty.”

Reagan clucked her tongue. “I know. She can be such a bitch,” she growled.

Not more than you.

She fell into step with me as I headed to class. “Do you want to come over after school?”

I clenched my jaw. “I can’t. Mom needs me to move some boxes. I thought you had cheerleading practice.”

She leaned next to my ear. “I would skip it for you,” she whispered.

It wasn’t going to happen. I would remain faithful to Presley until she came back to me.

“Can’t do it. Sorry. Maybe we can hang out this weekend if I’m not still grounded.”

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I ducked into the doorway for class. I took my seat in the back and stared out the window at the leaves blowing in the wind. It was growing colder and soon winter would be here. I couldn’t wait to go snowboarding.

“Mr. Evert?”

I looked up and the entire class was watching me.

“Yes?”

“I asked you a question. Did you read the material?” Mrs. Zabriskie asked.

I nodded, holding my copy ofTo Kill A Mockingbirdin the air. “I did. Not that hard to comprehend,” I said smugly.

I knew I was pushing her buttons but losing Presley had me rattled. Murmuring went through the class and Mrs. Zabriskie pointed her finger toward the door.

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