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But why do I still feel bad?
At the end of the period, he veers off in the direction of the west-wing.
“I’ll see you in the cafeteria,” I tell Sam and go after Brandon.
I find him in the smaller garden, sitting alone against a tree with his eyes closed.
Slowly, I walk over, admiring his flawlessly sculpted face, emphasized in the rays of the sun. Damn, he’s so handsome.
“Hey,” I mutter.
He smirks and opens his eyes. “Interesting. I’m exhausting, and yet you came looking for me.”
“Trust me; I have no clue either.”
It’s only been a week and a few days. Why the hell am I having these emotions?
“Listen—”
“I know,” he interjects and steers his gaze to the rose bush. “Sit down.”
“Pfft. Always so demanding.” I lower into the grass, anyway.
Brandon sets his focus back on me, drinking in my features. “Do you like flowers?”
“Love drawing flowers.”
“What’s your favorite kind?”
I consider it a moment and tell him, “The white rose.”
“Hm.” He pushes up from the ground. I think he’s leaving, but he walks to the rose bush and breaks off a white one, ridding the stem of thorns before he comes back over.
My pulse escalates as he lowers next to me but still leaves a gap.
“Lie down,” he instructs, voice deep.
I fall under a trance. The next thing I know, I’m flattening in the grass, nervous breaths seeping from my lips.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers.
“Why?”
He growls. “Close them, Kayla.”
“Ugh. Fine.” I shut my lids and wait, shivering with anticipation. Is he going to touch me? Kiss me?
“Ah,” I gasp as the rose flutters across my lips so gently.
Brandon carries it along my jawline. Taking his time, he makes a path down my neck and to my chest, staying above my breasts.
My body is trembling. It’s only the rose, but with my eyes closed, I envision him tracing my skin with his fingers, and the desire for that to happen overwhelms me so much a soft moan escapes.
Pressing the flower at my lips again, Brandon whispers, “My hands won’t be so gentle. The second they touch your flesh, they’ll be rough, like an animal.”
I open my eyes, discerning the distress on his face.
Fear mixes with sadness. Did someone hurt him?
