Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
“Not yet.”
There’s still too much adrenaline in my blood, the chemical flood that makes my skin hurt and my brain numb. Until the residual trauma wears off, I just want to be distracted, like watching a TV screen above the dentist’s chair.
“I need a distraction.” I roll onto my side and rest my head against my arm. “How’s life? Anything cool happen lately?”
“Not cool, necessarily, but apparently RJ and Silas got into it at practice a couple days ago. Lawson had to break up some pushy-shovies in the locker room.”
We speak in soft murmurs, both painfully aware of the late hour and the fact that Fenn will be murdered if he’s caught in my bed.
“Oh, wow. Tensions in the region are escalating, then?”
“I don’t know. Silas seems like he’s imploding, and I think RJ’s just lost his patience for Silas’s total refusal to contain his attitude.”
“And Silas thinks he’s fighting over Sloane?” If so, it’s a futile fight. I’m sure Sloane’s told him in more ways than one that she’s not into it. And my sister’s generally not a person who changes her mind.
“I think it’s more about principle at this point,” Fenn says. “Well, jealousy. But in Silas’s head, he’s the injured party.”
“Sounds like you’ve come down squarely on Team RJ.”
He snorts a muffled laugh. “Silas is on my shit list for different reasons. Like I said, he’s imploding.”
I know the feeling. I haven’t felt super on the ball lately either. Fighting with Sloane and my dad, on top of this thing with Fenn and the people at school. It’s a lot, and I’m certain the recent stream of nightmares is related to that.
To make matters worse, having Fenn lying so close to me is absolute torture. His familiar scent, soap and citrus, wafts toward me, and I can’t help from taking a deep inhale, needing to fill my senses with him. I watch the way his broad chest rises and falls with each breath. The way the long fingers of one hand play with the edge of the blanket.
It’s not fair how much I still want him. How badly I’m craving his lips. My heart starts pounding again, not from the nightmare, but from need. Before I can stop myself, I scoot closer and rise on one elbow, peering down at him.
He bites his lip. “What?”
“I don’t know. I…”
I kiss him, my hair falling like a curtain over our faces. Fenn threads his fingers through it and smooths the messy tresses away from my cheek. His mouth moves over mine in an infinitely sweet kiss.
“I missed you,” he mumbles before sliding his tongue through my parted lips.
We can’t stop kissing. I climb onto his body, and he wraps his arms around me, his hands caressing my back, my hips, my ass, as we kiss in the darkness. I feel the hard ridge of his erection trapped between us, and a shiver dances through me. As far as distractions go, this one is really, really good. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Fenn Bishop is attracted to me. Of the hundreds and hundreds of boys who attend Sandover and its neighboring prep schools, Fenn is hands down one of the best-looking. Drop-dead gorgeous. Which means he can have any girl he wants.
For some inexplicable reason, he wants me.
I bury my face in his neck and explore his flesh with my lips. We’re both breathing heavily. And I’m about to combust from the heat. It’s boiling hot beneath the covers, but I don’t push them off us. Here in this warm cocoon, with our bodies wrapped up in each other, it’s like a perfect secret between us, a shield that nothing can penetrate. No doubts. No anger or bitterness. It’s just me and him, the way it used to be.
Fenn tries to protest when I kiss my way down his body. I didn’t plan on it, but my lips are in control, coaxing me lower and lower, until I’m between his legs and my fingers are pulling on his waistband.
My mouth fills with moisture when his erection springs up.
He attempts another objection, his hand sliding in my hair to still me. “What are you doing?”
I shush him and wrap my fingers around his shaft. Then I lick a wet, teasing stripe from his base to his tip, and Fenn jerks on the bed. Before he can protest again, I take him in my mouth.
My pulse quickens, thudding in my ears as arousal builds inside me. I’ve never done this before. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it this much.
A fragment of light irritates my closed eyelids. I raise my head to see Fenn lifted the blanket over his head so now we’re both under it. His hazy, heavy-lidded eyes find mine in the shadows.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” A faint smile tickles the corners of my mouth.