Page 67 of As a Last Resort
“What a piece of crap,” she spat out.
“Which one?”
“Both.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I answered.
“Huh.”She glanced back to them, then turned to face me with a wickedly playful smile.She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me to her with her back against the wall.She snuggled close to me and I felt her head tilt up.
I swallowed.“What are you doing?”
“Making her even more jealous,” she whispered into my neck.Her lips felt like a branding iron on my skin.It took everything I had to remain standing up straight instead of melting into a puddle on the floor.
“I don’t think she does the jealous thing.”
“Oh, trust me.Every girl does the jealous thing.”
I cleared my throat.“Trustme, she couldn’t care less.”I braced my hand on the wall behind her head to keep myself from being flush against her.
“The way her eyes are lasering through your back at the moment, I’d beg to differ.”
A shiver shot through my body.Were those teeth on my ear?Good God.
“What are you doing?”
“You already asked me that.”
“Right.”
She chuckled softly and I felt it shoot down my legs.
“I’m telling you this isn’t going to—”
“Shhhh.”
Did she just shush me?
Her lips found their way to mine, brushing just the corner of my mouth.A riot of sensations rocketed through me, a confusing mix of excitement and shock andGod, why is it so hot in here?
It had been a really long time since I let anyone this physically close to me.I forgot how warm another human body could be, how soft, and how it could perfectly lean into all those places my body was built for.
“Kiss me,” she breathed into my mouth.
My anxiety flared.I didn’t just go around kissing people to make other people jealous.That isn’t the kind of guy I am.My eyesdropped to her lips, and I caught her tongue wetting the corner of her mouth.I didn’t want to kiss her to make anyone jealous.I wanted to kiss her because if I didn’t, I might break apart into a thousand pieces.
She was sexy.Sexy, and funny, and bossy, and had become such a beautiful pain in my ass.
Apparently, I was taking too long with the conversation in my head because the next thing I knew, her lips were on mine.They were soft and smelled fruity.I stared at her with wide eyes as she pressed her mouth to mine.And I was a statue.Nothing moved—not my lips, not my hands.
I had forgotten how to kiss.
But I couldn’t kiss her back.She didn’t want to kiss me, she was just doing this to make Vanessa jealous and I couldn’t bring myself to play the game.She pulled back, and her eyes dropped to my lips, and her mouth curved up on one side.
Then she bit me.
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