Page 59 of Brutal Little Secrets
“Thank you,” she says softly. Her gaze is on the flower twirling in between her fingers.
I brush my fingers over hers as I get ready to leave. “You deserve someone who brings you flowers, goody.”
EvanAnn
I haven’t done anything with the texts I received this morning, but they’ve lingered on my mind. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown Damon. How stupid was it to tell him about Jackson? The boy stole a kiss.
Damon is no better. He stole a kiss from me too. The only difference is I craved his kiss more than my next breath. And I kissed him back. I sit down in the first seat in calculus. I haven’t moved since that first class.
Cam’s flower rests on top of my books until I can put it in my locker. Warmth fills me. It’s something so simple, but he made it just for me.
Damon sweeps in and sits down in the chair next to me. There’s been some shuffling, but we’re the top two of the class. He takes his phone out and lounges in his chair, ignoring me. My phone buzzes and I glance at the screen.
It’s a Snapchat message. Anticipation floods me. I open it knowing it’s probably from Damon.
Sex God:
Sorry I didn’t fuck you this morning
I glance around to see if anyone might have walked behind my chair and saw that. I glare at Damon, but he pretends he doesn’t notice. Another ding.
Sex God:
I’ll make it up to you tonight
Make sure you’re full of cum before you go to sleep in my bed
I roll my eyes.
Me:
Promises
New phone who dis?
He chuckles and I can’t help grinning. My heart warms at making him laugh. Mrs. Conrad comes in.
“Close your books. Pop quiz.”
When we finish calculus and make our way to history, Damon closes in on my back, making me aware of his presence. Normally, he ignores me during the school day. Yes, the naughty texts are normal, but not this sudden attention.
I don’t resist the urge to slow down so he looms over me.
We walk into history, and I take my seat. When he drops into the chair kitty-corner from me, his blue eyes are fixed on mine. I arch an eyebrow as if to askwhat?
“We have a history project due,” he says and leans toward me.
My breath catches. The temptation to flirt with him presses on me, but I shove it away. “So you want to discuss our project?”
“Not really, but if it’s the only way I can have your attention...” He shrugs.
“You want my attention?” I look at him through my lashes.
He smirks. “Always.”
My heart pounds so hard.
As more students are filing in, Hawk and Mia join us.
