Lib Novel Page 30
I mumble, “I didn’t hear a question.”
“What happened?”
“I found out the truth about my father’s death.”
She takes my hand in hers and caresses my palm with her thumb, lulling me to continue.
“I’m just like him, and I can’t escape that. My head is as screwed up as his.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“Sweetheart, then you’re an optimist and a bit delusional… it’s a fact. I promise you I will always be truthful, even if it’s ugly.”
Her brows furrow, something obviously displeasing her.
“I apologize. That was quite simplistic of me. But you don’t know for sure that you will end up like him. We’re humans who might think we’re God, but ultimately we never know what will happen.”
“It’s sexy as fuck how smart you are.”
“Hmm, and only a few days ago I was what, shallow and vapid?”
Cupping the back of her neck, I drag her face to mine and confess another truth. “Don’t put words in my mouth, princess. I want you desperately. It’s all I can think about.”
“We won’t go there. Ever. Behave.” She says all those big words while eyeing my lips with pure want, rolling her bottom lip through her teeth.
Fuck, how I’d like to bite into that succulent, full lip.
“Stop lying to yourself, princess.”
The need to touch her overpowers me. I trace my thumb along her neck, feeling her pulse thump under my touch. Her eyes widen, a small gasp breaking free. She takes a step back, shaking her head.
“I’m not saying that so you can barrel in with your good looks and charm and prove me wrong. You have your secrets and I have mine.”
My control falters, so I shove my hands into my pockets to avoid touching her and taking what we both want. I want her to burn for me like I do her. So when she gives in, there won’t be any doubt left.
“You’re going to kiss me the first time.”
“You never give up, do you? I knew this friendship would come to bite me in the ass.”
“Your ass looks amazing too.”
She elbows me playfully and opens her backpack, rummaging through it. She pushes a book against my chest and then hands me two more. “Read them. I heard books are good for mental exercising.”
“Are you insinuating something?”
She winks at me over her shoulder. “My phone number is inside.”
I open the book, fingers shaking with impatience, only to realize she played me.
“I won’t ever retract my words that you’re cunning,” I say to her retreating back.
“It’s not my fault you stand no chance against my cunning ways.”
I shake my head but grin.
This girl unravels me. But apparently, I don’t mind at all.
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