Page 7 of The Bittersweet Bond

Evin

That’s nothing new. But since when are you so... honest?

Bas

Since you started pretending you're not into it.

Evin

Oh please. What do you want?

Bas

I want to see you.

To mess with your head a little.

Maybe to steal a kiss if you’re lucky.

Evin

You mean if you're lucky!

Bas

Same thing ??

Evin

You really think you can handle me at the party?

Bas

Don't want to handle you, just claim you

Evin

We'll see about that.

Bas

I'll show you.

Like always.

Her breath hitched.

While her mind raced in a dozen different directions, heat spreadover her skin.

She kicked off her blanket, shaking her head as if she could somehow shake off the feeling that had settled under her skin.

A tingling sensation crawled beneath her scalp.

A small part of her knew this would all end in tears one day.

She remembered exactly what he had said to her in the cafeteria last year.

“You know… you’d be kinda perfect, if you just stopped trying so hard.”

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