Page 33 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
Why is he talking to her?
He shouldn't even look at her.
So why the fuck is he talking to her?
I roll down the windows which makes both of them look inside the car. "Get in," I say, while looking at Jane. She furrows her eyebrows at me and then I swear I see a hint of fear in her eyes. "Jane. Get in the car," I say, in a more demanding tone which makes Jane glare at me. "Jane, don't start something you can't finish. Get in the car."
Jane huffs and rolls her eyes before smiling at Callan and then opening the door to get inside the car.
Once I start the car and drive out of the parking lot, Jane turns her body towards me and glares.
"What's your problem with Callan?"
My hands tighten against the wheel. "What do you mean?"
"You are always a jerk when you see me talking to him. Why?"
"Because I don't like him," I say.
"Why not?"
"Because I know what his intentions are with you."
It's fucking obvious too. Like how he is always staring at her or trailing his eyes down her like he wants to fuck her, I mean I do it too but it's different.
He will never be fucking her.
Over my dead fucking body.
"No, you don't," Jane argues. "He is just a friend. My only real friend and I trust him a lot. He isn't trying anything with me so there is no issue." I press on the brake pedal making the car stop and I turn my body towards Jane so that I can get a good look at her. Jane starts to freak out a little bit when I stop. She looks around at where we are. "Rowan, move the car. You can't just stop in the middle of the street."
"Fuck that. You want to know what that Callan guy thinks of you, Jane?"
"What? What is so bad about him?" Jane tilts her head to the side, and she is still glaring at me.
"Because I know the things he wants to do to you Jane. Hell, every guy who has probably talked to you in your life has thought about what he is thinking about."
"And what are they thinking about?" Jane asks.
I almost chuckle and shake my head.
I lean closer to her, over the center console so that my lips are close to her ear. "Every guy who has talked to you or laid their eyes on you has thought about what it would be like to be in between your legs, hearing your moans, and grabbing onto your hair as they give you pleasure in way too many ways to the point where you won't even be able to count how many orgasms you would reach." Jane's breathing picks up and I look down at her hands which are now gripping her knees making my lips lift into a smirk. "You have no fucking clue what guys’ intentions are with you Jane," I say softly. I grab onto a strand of her hair and twirl it around my pointer finger. "You have no clue."
The tension between us thickens and both of us say nothing, we just trail our eyes all over one another's faces and I notice the way her eyes always look at my lips and I notice the way her lips part when she is looking at mine.
She is so beautiful that I can't even grasp how stunning she is. How does someone like her exist in a world like this?
Pure.
That's what my Jane is.
Pure.
I admire her eyes and the small freckles she has on her nose, her cheeks, smooth lips that I would like to bit-
The sound of a car horn beeping makes me blink and the moment between us is ruined. Her breathing is still heavy when I lean away from her and focus back onto the road and start the engine again.
Seventeen
