Page 23 of Unbearable

Raven eyes Daniel, who’s holding an ice pack to his nuts. “What’s wrong with him?”

“How should I know? The guy’s a goddamn idiot.”

She leans in, whispering, “I saw what you did.”

I shrug. “Well then, you know what’s wrong with him.”

She squints at me to try and convince me that she means business, I guess. “I know what’s wrong with him, but what I don’t know is why you did what you did.”

There’s no way I’m going to tell her what Daniel said so I shrug. Again.

Thankfully, she lets it go.

Raven leans over and grabs my bat, gripping the handle as she pushes around the dirt. Looking over, I can’t help but stare at her hands.

Raven has really pretty hands. I know that sounds stupid but she does. Her hands are perfect. Her fingers are slim and her nails are just the right length for scratching my back and when I’m lucky, my chest.

Watching her now, holding that bat, all I can think about is how much I would love to have those nails clawing at me as she moans beneath me.

I lean into her again until our shoulders are touching. “I like the way yougripthat handle,” I whisper in her ear.

She shivers, then quickly stands up sidestepping and reaching up to rub the ear I just whispered in. I can see it; her entire neck is covered in goose bumps. I’m glad I still have that kind of effect on her.

Rolling her eyes, she drops the bat on the ground in the process and then bends over to pick it up. “While you’re down there.”

Standing suddenly, she slaps at my chest. “Knock it off.”

My hand grips her waist as I lean forward toward her ear from behind. “Want me to adjust your stance?”

“No,” she snaps, trying to push me away. “Don’t touch me.” When I don’t move, and instead push my body into hers, she fights me off but it’s not serious. She’s slapping at my arms playfully. “Stop it, Tyler. You’re making me mad.”

“What’s up your ass tonight?”

“Notyou.”

I grab her ass with my left hand. “Well, now I’m thinking about that.”

“Don’t.” She slaps my hand away. “You’re not getting any.”

“I bet I could convince you.”

“Nope.” And then she walks away and the reality is, she’s right; she controls whether we’re together or not later. And that fucking sucks for me.

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