Page 49 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
“Is that right?” His lip quirked. “Tell me more.”
“You’re arrogant.” She stopped pacing and faced him. “You enjoy being my teacher.”
“Really? It’s actually been a special kind of torture.”
“No, you like it. Because it turns what we had over the summer into this taboo thing. Forbidden.” If she was honest with herself, she liked that too. Something in her wicked brain sent jolts of adrenaline through her when she thought of it. She’d never imagined having an affair with a teacher. There was a certain ick factor in the thought.
But Sebastian… this wasn’t normal.
He stood, taking a step toward her. “Maybe you’re right.” His voice lowered as he took another step. “Maybe Logan is the only good Cook brother, but you’re Wylder Anderson, and you like bad.”
“I do.” Or, at least, she thought she did. Now, she wasn’t so sure.
He towered over her, his dark eyes boring into hers, each of them daring the other to either make a move or step away. Wylder thought of the moment in his office when he’d pushed her away. She couldn’t help thinking that had been the right decision. But that thought evaporated as memories of Sebastian flooded her.
Kissing in the rain, hot sauce still on their lips.
Riding in his truck, windows down and music on.
Walking through the Christmas village, eating fudge and staring up at the giant Ferris wheel.
No, she realized. She didn’t want bad. She wanted everything they’d had to be good, to be okay, not something to hide away.
Sebastian leaned down, his lips inches from hers. “I can give you bad, Wylder.”
She didn’t get a chance to tell him she’d changed her mind, that for once in her life, she didn’t want trouble. Because his kiss traveled all the way down to her toes, and she couldn’t push him away.
Not when his hands brushed over her head, and he whispered against her lips. “Have I told you how much I like your short hair?”
Not when his touch skimmed down her back, alighting her with a full-body shiver stretching the length of her spine.
Yet, she knew this was wrong. As he consumed her every thought, she realized she wanted what they’d been to each other, their light and fun summer romance, not whatever this had become.
She pressed a hand to his chest, ready to push him away, when a gasp sounded behind them.
Sebastian tore away from her to face his brother.
Logan stood in the kitchen doorway, a plate piled high with nachos in his hands. “Seriously?” His voice was low, dangerous, the kind of tone she’d never heard from Logan. “Bash, you just talked to me about getting into trouble.”
“Logan.” Wylder tried to step toward him, but he backed away.
“I don’t even know what’s happening here, but Wylder, this is a bit much, even for you.” His stony gaze cut right through her.
She needed to explain, to tell Logan about her history with Sebastian. Maybe then he’d understand. But he didn’t give her the chance before setting the plate down and walking out the front door without even stopping to retrieve his bag.
Wylder hiccupped back a sob.
“He’ll be okay.” Sebastian put a hand on her back. The touch was probably meant to be soft, reassuring, but she couldn’t stand it and brushed him off. “Wylder, I have been trying to stay away from you, but on the first day of class you said you’d fallen in love over the summer. I did too. I can’t…” He shoved a hand through his hair. “I can’t make it stop.” Reaching toward her, he brushed his hand down her arm.
Yet, Wylder couldn’t take her eyes from the door Logan had left through. He was right. This wasn’t okay, even for a screw up like her. “I don’t want to keep messing up,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to mess this up either.” He smiled. “We just need to keep it quiet until you graduate.”
No, that wasn’t right. Wylder looked at him, really looked at him. It would be a lie to say she didn’t like what she saw, that she’d give anything to go back to the summer. But all summers had to end.
“Come here.” He tried to pull her into a hug, but she couldn’t be near him any longer.
Shoving him away, she ran from the townhouse and down the path, not knowing where she was going until she caught sight of a lone figure walking ahead.
