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Rolling my lips together, I bite down the urge to cry out.
Right now, two things are certain: I’m going to come and Neo is going to love every second of it.
And I hate that fact.
My stomach clenches. Every muscle in my body quivers from my surging arousal. I squeeze Jagger’s arm tighter. Bite down on my lips harder. I do everything I can to extinguish my dire need to cry out.
Neo is watching me. He’s watching me as he brings me to this high, ready to witness me shatter into pieces when I finally fall.
A breathy moan climbs up my throat and my legs tremble as I come. In that same breath, regret overcomes me.
Neo slides his hand out of my skirt and I straighten myself up, still unable to look at him as he whispers, “You’re welcome.” Then he returns to his seat.
Jagger’s hand remains in place, even after I adjust my skirt.
Finally, I glance over at Neo, just to get a read on him from his expression. As I do, his eyes catch mine and his tongue slides up his middle finger. “Mmm. Sweet.” Then he turns it around, flipping me off.
I hate him. But right now, I hate myself more.
ChapterNineteen
CREW
Dayfour of lunch with Scar and it’s still not getting any easier. I know exactly what Neo’s doing. He’s shoving her down my throat in hopes of watching me fall to my knees for her. That way, he can turn everything around and use it against me.
Speaking of, where the hell is she?
“Hey,” I say to Jagger, “where’s Scar?”
His eyes lift from his tray, dancing around the dining hall. “Not sure. But ‘where’s Neo?’ is a better question.”
“Think they’re together?” Just saying the words has my stomach tightening.
“Doubtful.”
“Yeah. You’re probably right.”
Still, something feels off. It’s possible Scar is skipping lunch to avoid Neo, and he’s doing the same to steer clear of her. But it’s an excuse in my head rather than the real possibility that they’re off together somewhere.
I stuff my mouth with a forkful of sour cream smothered burrito, trying to downplay the situation in my head.
Scar hates Neo more than she hates anyone. There’s no way she’s with him—not willingly, at least.
“I’ve been thinking,” Jagger says, interrupting my thoughts.
“'Bout what?”
“Scar. Neo. Us. In class today, Scar said you believed her about the key. Do you?”
It should be a simple answer to a simple question, but nothing is simple with these guys. Telling them I believe her makes me look weak; however, I don’t think she has it. My gut tells me someone else does.
“Honestly? Yeah, I think I do. Something about the whole situation told me she wasn’t lying this time.”
“Yeah.” He nods, sticking his fork into his food and sinking back in his chair, “I believe her, too.”
“Ya know, Scar said some things the other day and I went back and forth with bringing this up to you guys because I wanted to find out for myself first, but she thinks someone else has been fucking with her.”
Jagger shoots up in his chair. “Yeah.” He snaps his fingers, getting serious. “Some weird shit happened Monday that had me thinking the same. She accused me of playing some recording of her and Maddie in the woods and talked about one of us taking pictures of her. That’s why I asked you about it.”
