Eden-Kingston Park-Warren and Rochelle to the room vacated by Camille when she was expelled from Sparrowood. “I like the blue-the uh, one on the left.”
“Do you think I should ask for a different color?”
My mother’s decorator sent them over.” She studies them closely. “This one is paler than the other, and the fabric has more texture. I look up from my math homework and feign interest in the two bundles of fabric Rochelle is holding up against the windows. I also know that Gray’s lips and mouth and hands feel really, really, good and for that reason alone, I can’t stop. I know we aren’t supposed to be doing this. Dumb enough to put my desires before my brain. I’m not foolish enough to think he is, but I was dumb enough to lead him into this room away from the others, looking for a moment of tranquility. This boy with his warm hands and toe-curling kisses? He’s not mine. I’m smart enough not to go any further, though. My stomach bottoms out at the idea of taking this beyond kissing and a little touching. “If you think this is good, Princess, wait until I show you my other skills.” “I’m here with you because, despite growing up on the streets of Kingston, you know how to treat a girl, something he’d never figure out.”īright green eyes bore into mine and the tug of a smirk pulls at his lips. The result is cool, yet hot, and every inch of my body craves more. His lips suck the sensitive skin behind my ear and then trail down to my collarbone. He’d pursued me relentlessly, to the point that I had to get into the arrangement with the K-Boys in the first place, for my own protection. The room is empty because he’d been kicked out of school for being a dirt bag rapist and abuser. I should be turned off by Luke being mentioned, but I get the sentiment. “Luke wanted you so bad, yet here you are in his former bedroom, with me.” The words come out breathy and embarrassing. “There’s some poetic justice in this,” he says, taking a break from my mouth to kiss along my jaw and whisper in my ear. Yet here we are, in the empty bedroom on the top floor of the dormitory, hands and mouths on fire. There’s no reason to continue pretending we’re in this relationship. I hear my heart, feel his breath, sense the rush of blood through my veins. The wall my back is currently pressed against.
Faint music pulses in the other room, the beat thumping through the wall.
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