Page 78 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

“Just talk to me, River. Don’t skirt around what’s bothering you.”

I meet his strong stare. “I’m not happy with you.”

“That much I gathered. Want to tell me why?”

“You kissed me. You kissed me and now today you’re with some other girl. You tell me to talk to you, but you failed to talk to me when you didn’t mention to me that you’re seeing someone.”

“I fucking swear…” he mutters, closing his eyes. When he peels them open, they’re darker. “If you would have takentwo secondsto meet her, you’d know the girl standing out in the hallway isn’t someone I’m seeing and hiding from you. She’s my little sister.”

His…sister?

Oh no. Idoremember him mentioning having a sister before, but I didn’t pay much attention to any details about her other than that she still lives in their hometown.

“I…oh.”

Shit. I just acted like a jealous moron over his sister.His sister!

What the hell did that kiss do to me?

“Yeah.Oh.”

“I…didn’t know.”

“I got that. I’m just trying really hard not to be offended by the fact that you think I walk around kissing people when I’m in an alleged relationship.”

“I didn’t know,” I say again, this time quieter.

“That’s not who I am.” He slides closer, fitting himself against me. I can feel him growing hard, and that ache that’s been building inside of me since he moved in has me on edge. “I kiss with a purpose.”

“Then why haven’t you kissed me again?”

“Because you haven’t asked.”

My chest is heaving. I’m begging for air and begging for him to get closer all at once.

IneedDean to kiss me again.

“Dean?”

He drives his hips forward, and I gasp.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.”

He laughs, and it’s dark, his devilish side coming out to play. “No.”

I groan, bouncing my head off the door twice. “Why not?”

He dips his head, his lips trailing over the soft skin of my neck. Up, up, up until they’re at my ear.

I want to lean into the tantalizing touch, but I resist.

I’ve embarrassed myself enough tonight.

“If I kiss you again, River,” he whispers, those damn lips brushing against me with every syllable, “I won’t stop.”

“Is that such a bad thing?”

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