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Come up with a million scenarios. But none of them…
None of them included her.
Xavier is standing in the center of the room, his hands clutching her face, his tongue so deep down her throat it’s a wonder she’s still breathing. He ravages her mouth with his—plain and simple. Kisses the shit out of some girl as she moans in delight. His large, strong hands slip inside her hair, tugging her head forward for deeper access, and it feels like an invisible fist is compressing my lungs.
And it’s only getting tighter.
And tighter.
The longer he gives her what I thought was mine.
Stupid, stupid girl.
Then comes the worst part.
The part where I recognize her.
Lacey.
My stealth must be out of this world because they still haven’t noticed me. They’re still going at it, completely clueless as to my presence, and frankly, I can’t decide if it’s a bad thing…
Or the big guy up there doing me a solid.
I might’ve been sneaky up until this point, but I don’t hesitate to slam the door as hard as I can on my way out. I hate myself for shedding these ridiculous tears. Hate my dumb, foolish heart for thinking a relationship based off my darkest secrets could ever become real.
And lastly…
More than anything,
I hate myself for thinking Xavier Emery actually cared.
Xavier
The door to Finn’s bedroom closes with a bang, and I jerk in shock, moving away from my pen pal. My gaze streaks to the door, then around the room in search of an intruder.
No one.
I didn’t even hear the door open.
How long has some weirdo been watching us?
My attention drifts back to the girl desperately trying to catch her breath in my arms. Her pink lips are swollen, her teal eyes glassy, and the smile on her face? It’s a big, dopey giveaway as to the effect this kiss just had on her.
This is it.
The jig is up.
Love is Lacey Mattson.
It makes sense when you think about it. All the signs were there. Like bread crumbs, begging to be followed. I just didn’t want to see them.
Runs in the same social circle as I do? Check.
Was invited to Theo’s party that night? Check.
I mean, for fuck’s sake, her name literally starts with L. How could I miss it? But mostly, why am I so bummed out? I should be happy. Lacey has it all: beautiful, slim, tight ass, good in bed—especially with her tongue—but she’s… not what I expected.
Not that I know what that is.
