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“I’m not discussing this.” I cross hands over my chest and look somewhere over his shoulder. Anywhere, just not at his arrogant face.

He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. “You don’t have to. Your face says it all, little one.” Derek’s hand cups my cheek, making me look at him. “God, you look so beautiful when you’re furious.”

He doesn’t give me time to say anything or even breathe before his lips press against the corner of my mouth. My lips part at the sensation. I look at him, my eyes half closed, our lips lingering against each other’s.

It’s like a game of wills. Let’s see who will give in first. How long can we prolong this suspense, this pent up anticipation?

“You are killing me,” he breathes, and then I feel the full force of his kiss.

There’s nothing nice or romantic about it. There is only this desperation.

This hunger.

This need.

So much need.

The moan comes from the back of my throat when I feel his tongue slide in my mouth. His hands are in my hair, holding me close to him. He possesses me. In every way and form, he possesses me and I don’t mind it one bit.

My hands, with a mind of their own, find a way around him and onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. The sensation of his hard body against mine makes me want more of him. More of his hands sliding down my curves. More of his fingers in my hair. More of his lips. More… just more of him.

Soon, his palms grab my butt. My squeal of surprise is muffled by Derek’s kiss. Curling my legs around his waist, I feel flat surface underneath me.

The desk. We’re still at school.

“We can’t.” I move away from him, getting just enough space to look at his face. “We are at school.”

“So?” His voice is rough and pained. His light blue eyes are dark and glassy with passion.

I put my hand on his chest to hold him still. His heart is beating furiously under my palm and his chest is moving in accordance with his fast, shallow breaths.

“We are at school,” I say, this time more firmly. “Somebody could come in.”

“They won’t.” He tries to kiss me again, but I turn to the side.

His lips land on the sensitive skin of my neck. I shiver under his touch, making him smile. I can literally feel his smile on my skin. With the tip of his nose, he traces my neck until he comes to my ear where he leaves small kiss just behind it.

“You have really sensitive skin,” he whispers in my ear. “So soft.”

I want to tell him to stop doing this, to stop making me nervous, sloppy mess, but I can’t find my voice.

Derek chuckles and takes a step back, lifting me with him. “Come on, we don’t want somebody to see us.”

I don’t even want to know how we ended lying on the desk, but we did. My cheeks heat as I stand.

“You did this on purpose,” I mutter, looking at his shit-eating grin.

“There was nothing to do on purpose,” he replies. “The word that I broke things off with Diamond, although there was nothing to break really, spread through school faster than fire in the middle of hot, dry summer. Apparently, she laid a claim on me. Now, other girls want a piece, but I’m kindly brushing them off.”

“O-kay, if you say so.” He tilts his head to the side, looking at me strangely. “What?”

“Just …” He comes closer. I think he’ll kiss me again, but then his hands start going through my hair. I blush, thinking about how I must look like. Messy, wild hair, wide eyes, blushed cheeks, swollen lips, and I want to die of mortification.

“Now,” he murmurs over me again. “Everything’s perfect.”

Amelia

“Broooook,” I whine at my friend. She doesn’t give me the courtesy of lifting her nose out of the notebook in which she’s been sketching, sitting on my window seat for last two hours. The exact same amount of time I’ve been bugging her to come with me to the hockey game.

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