Page 88 of Endgame

“Oh, wassss wonnng?” I cooed. Stretching up on my tiptoes, I pinched his cheek. “Poor baby need a kiss?”

Reaching forward, he caught ahold of my hands, stopping me from pinching him further. “You think that’s funny?”

“You think it’s funny telling half the school about Rourke Jr.?” I shot back with a raised brow.

He frowned and said, “Okay, fair point,” before his frown disappeared and was replaced with a shit eating grin. “You called your dick Rourke Jr..”

“Only because you did,” I shot back, blushing. My hands fell to my sides, but he was still holding them.

“Are you embarrassed?” he asked, tone low and gruff.

“I’mconfused,” I corrected. Iwasembarrassed, but my confusion was trumping all other emotions. “The other night you were…” My words trailed off. Rourke knew what he was the other night.A huge asshole. “And then today at school, you come and sit with me at lunch?” I shook my head, at a complete loss. I knew what I should be feeling for him; anger and resentment. I wanted to feel that way. I willed those emotions to come. But they didn’t because I couldn’t feel anything but want for this boy. It made me pathetic and sad and I couldn’t change it. In the back of my mind, I knew what I felt for Rourke was more than lustful longing, but right now, I wasn’t ready to acknowledge anythingmore.

“You’re…different to what I expected,” he offered.

“Yeah, well, I usually am.”

“I think I like you, Six.” He looked disappointed in himself as he said it.

“Wow. Thanks?”

“And I’ve been thinking about some stuff,” Rourke added.

“Did it hurt?”

“Funny.” He shot back, entwining his fingers with mine. “No. I’ve made a decision.”

My heart leapt in my chest. “About what?”

“Us.” He pulled me closer so that our bodies were completely aligned and flush against the other.

Breathe, Mercy. Breathe.“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Rourke looked deep into my eyes. “I think we should fuck.”

“I beg your pardon,” I strangled out. I had to have misheard him because there was no way Rourke just said…

“I think we should fuck,” he repeated.

Nope, I’d heard exactly right.“No!”

“No?” Rourke frowned like he’d never heard the word in his life. “Six, I just told you I’m willing to fuck you.”

“You’rewillingto fuck me?” Snatching my hands back, I quickly retreated from him. “Wow.” Was he serious?

“What?” Rourke shook his head. “No. Six, not willing.” He took a step towards me. “I’m offering to fuck you.”

Offering to fuck me?

Was he serious?

“You completeasshole,” I hissed, hurt and furious. He couldn’t have hurt me more if he slapped me across the face.

“What?” Rourke threw his hands up in the air. “I thought that’s what you wanted the other night?”

I did. I wanted him the other night. But I also wanted… oh god, I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew it was more than a fuck.

“Six,” he tried again. “I’m not trying to be romantic here. I’m trying to be honest.”

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