Page 60 of 12 Months of Mayhem

“I don’t need you to remind me of us making out on my couch,” she snaps, hands going to her hips and narrowing. “For the record, I didn’t say you were lying, I said ‘I don’t want to hear lies either.’ So you can lose that tone of voice. I didn’t say or do anything to annoy anyone. Let alone tick someone off. If anyone did, it would be you.”

Dropping her hands from her hips, April huffs out a sound, spins on her heels and stalks over to her bags and grabs up a ringing phone. I didn’t even hear the phone when it started.

Fuck me. The woman is in my head. Consuming my thoughts.

I focus in on April, watching her closely while she looks at her phone. The way her expression loses all frustration and goes completely blank alerts me to something happening.

“Who is it?” I ask, stepping toward her.

April shakes her head and answers, “No one.”

I glance to Hazzard and shake my head when he goes to speak.

“Go ahead and head back to the clubhouse, I’ll be behind you in a bit, meet you there.”

“You sure about that?” Hazzard asks, one brow cocked.

“Yeah.” My gut is telling me that she’ll open up to me. With the way we just were, she will, but not if we have an audience. One thing I’m certain about without a doubt, April’s the type of person who shies away from an audience the best she can. She’s shy and doesn’t open up for anyone unless she wants to.

“I’ll see you back at the clubhouse then,” Hazzard remarks, looks back to April briefly before heading out, leaving the two of us alone.

He’d come by here because the two of us were gonna talk to her, tell her that if anything were going on, or she had a situation, she could come to the club. Hazzard was there on Cannon’s behalf to reiterate the message.

The moment the door closes behind Hazzard, April looks back at me. “You should go with him.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, watching her closely, seeing how she’d shut down.

“Because I said you should,” she clips out, turns away, and starts moving toward her kitchen.

“Who was on the phone, April?” I clip out.

“As I said, no one,” she answers, not turning around.

I wasn’t playing this game. No way in hell was I playing this shit with her. She’s not gonna shut down on me. Not after how hot she was getting for me while I had my mouth on her.

Crossing the room, following after her, I trap her against the kitchen counter.

“Who was on the phone?” I repeat and dip my head down to run my nose along her cheek.

“No one,” she breathes and rasps out. “Are you going to leave?”

“I’m not going to leave,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. “No way am I leaving after just a simple taste of what we shared.”

“I can’t do that again.”

“Why?” I lift my head enough to look down at her.

“I just can’t,” April utters, shaking her head, not looking at me.

“Why’s that?” If it has to do with what’s going on with her here at school, I can wear her down.

“I just can’t, okay?” she suddenly shouts, and shoves against me, but I don’t budge. I also don’t buy it.

“I’m not gonna ask again, April, and I’m not dropping it. So you might as well answer the damn questions. Why the hell can’t you?”

“Because I’m a virgin,” she screams, shoves me again, this time managing to push me just enough to slide out.

A virgin?

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