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I pull his shirt back off, loving the smell of it, but I’d rather he put it back on. He takes it from my hand before I slip back into my jean shorts and top. His eyes never leave me as I do this.
“Put your shirt on.” I wave my hand at him. “Girls are tripping over themselves to check you out.”
His brows pull together, and he glances around. Does he seriously not realize how hot he is? He shrugs and pulls his shirt back on. I let out a breath, relieved that he’s finally covered up.
“So,” Faith says. Her eyes are still bouncing between Knox and me. My face starts to warm once again, the full realization of what I did earlier finally starting to settle in. “How long has this been going on?”
“Nothing is going on,” I blurt out. Except if you count when I attacked him. What is wrong with me? I assaulted his mouth.
I can tell Faith isn’t buying it. Who am I kidding? I’m not buying it either.
12
KNOX
I don’t think this party is ever going to end. Whitney has gone back to avoiding me after the kiss she gave me. My dick is still hard, and it’s been over an hour since I had her mouth on me. When she started to pull me down to her, I was sure she was going to whisper something to me. To make sure I wasn’t going to lay polo boy out flat.
Then she went and pressed her mouth against mine. I was pulled straight from hell to paradise. Her lush body pressed against mine as I got my first taste of her. I could taste the strawberry from her drink on her tongue, but there was the taste of sweet honey that followed. I know that’s all her. She always smells of cherries and honey.
“How fucked up would it be if I called the cops on the party?” I ask Ace, who is standing next to me. He barks out a laugh, drawing their attention for a second.
The girls are playing a round of beer pong together. They're terrible at it. Pretty sure the game is never going to end.
“I can watch them if you want to take off,” he offers.
“Fuck off.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I fold my arms over my chest and watch. Every time Whitney laughs, it chips away at some of that anger inside of me. I don’t want to be this way. For so long I’ve been pissed off at the world. I want to be better for her. Maybe this world isn’t as fucked up as I’ve always thought it was. Not if I get her. That would make it worth everything. If this was the path I had to take to lead me straight to her, then every second of it was worth it.
I spot Jennifer out of the corner of my eyes watching Whitney too. A few times she glances my way with a sour ass look on her face. I’m guessing she’s still pissed about the chlamydia comment I made, but she had it coming.
That’s the problem with so many of these people. Jennifer saw the chance to pounce on the pretty new girl because of her own fucked-up insecurities thinking Whitney was an easy target. But when someone smacks back, they can never let it go. I’ll need to keep my eyes on her.
“Knox!” My name is screamed from somewhere before I notice the Westcott twins are standing right in front of me. They are Stepford wives in the making with their blond hair and big blue eyes.
“I didn’t think you would be here.” One of them beams up at me. I can never tell them apart. I nod. Ace takes a step further from me, trying to hold in a laugh. Dick.
“Do you want to dance or need a drink?” the other one says. She blinks repeatedly as she stares up at me.
“Do you have something in your eye?” I ask. I don’t want to be too big of a dick and get myself kicked out of here, but I also want them to get the hell away from me.
“Always with the jokes.” She giggles.
“That’s Knox. A real jokester,” Ace chimes in. If Faith was mad at me last night, she’s going to be pissed when I kill her boyfriend.
“I think we’re ready to go,” Whitney says, coming over toward Ace and not me. Yeah, he’s going to have to die.
“If we finish this game, we’ll end up missing graduation,” Faith jokes.
“All right. You rolling out with us?” Ace asks, finally doing something to get me away from the twins.
“No, don’t go!” one of them says. I think it might be Stacy. No, Tracy. Fuck it. I give up.
“Stay. The party is just getting started.” She lifts her hand to bring it down on my chest. Before she can touch me, I have her hand by the wrist. Whitney scrunches her nose before she turns to leave without a backwards glance. My bunny always trying to get away from me.
