Page 7 of One Spicy Summer

She throws her head back, laughter spilling out, and he leans in, Did he just lick her ear?

That’s it.

I push off the wall, storming forward. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?”

He blinks. “Who are you?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Ry?” Presley’s voice cuts in, sharp. She narrows her eyes. “What the hell?”

“You want to play, little Princess?” I growl, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away.

“Ry! Stop! You can’t do this to every guy I date!”

“Wanna bet?”

I pull her into a quiet hallway and pin her gently,gently, against the wall. My chest heaves as I drink her in.

She’s perfect. Petite. Beautiful. Dangerous.

Her outfit clings to her curves, and Rafe was right, she’s dressed to kill. But I see her. The real her.

She looks up at me, and breathes quickly. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I step back, giving her space. Giving me space. Then, I step in again, close enough to smell her perfume.

“Because you look good enough to eat,” I whisper, letting my lips brush her ear.

Her breath hitches.

“You should get home,” I say. “Rafe’s halfway to a heart attack.”

She stares, lips parted. Eyes smoldering. Then, her tongue flicks out over her lips. Her hand runs through her hair. She steps closer.

“Looks like he’s not the only one I’m giving a heart attack to,” she murmurs, brushing past me with a smirk.

She walks off, hips swaying, hair swishing.

She knows.

One day, I’ll see how far she’s willing to go.

And if she’s really ready to play with fire.

Chapter Four

Presley

Sophomore Year

Walking through the halls of Cedar Creek High, my mind reels back to Saturday night and that disgusting date with Wiley McNabb.

Mentally gagging.

It’s not that Wiley is ugly, far from it. He’s tall, dark, and handsome with stunning gray eyes, sandy blond hair, and a jawline that could slice glass. He’s the kind of guy girls swoon over. And he's the quarterback, which adds to his appeal.

But he’s not Rygaard.

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