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“That’s how you want to play it?” Amusement glitters in his eyes.
“Ace, just go, please.”
He holds up his hands. “Fine, but this isn’t over.”
I keep a safe distance as he grabs the door handle. “This... me and you,” he waggles a finger between us, “it’s only a matter of time.”
“Arrogant much?”
“Deny it all you want, but you felt that just now. You let me kiss you, let me brand you with my teeth.”
My body trembles with anger because he’s right. He’s fucking right. I did let him kiss me.
I wanted him to kiss me.
Because not only does Ace Jagger terrify me, he also intrigues me, not to mention the fact that he’s even more of an outsider at Sterling Prep than I am.
Like it or not, Ace reaches something inside me.
Which is exactly why I can’t let him pull me into whatever this is.
“Goodbye, Ace,” I say calmly. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
A sly grin lifts the corner of his mouth. “Oh, you and me, Princess… we’re going to have some fun.”
I watch him slip into the hall, a strange feeling washing over me. I want to believe it’s outrage; regret and shame at what just happened between us.
Ace Jagger is a menace, and I hate him.
I do.
But as I run my fingers over the fresh bite mark on my chest, it doesn’t feel like hate at all.
Thankfully, my school issue shirt covers the bite mark. It might be hidden, but it’s branded on my soul.
Ace Jagger bit me.
He really is as crazy as some of the rumors flying around school say. Still, there’s a tiny part of me that flushes every time I think about the way he just took control and commanded my body. It should freak me the hell out—he should freak me the hell out—but I can’t forget how weightless it made me feel.
How free.
I’ve never let anyone touch me the way Ace touched me, not since him.
I shudder, locking the memories away. He doesn’t have power over me anymore. I fight day in, day out, to make sure of it. But it’s exhausting, dragging around the sins of your past with you.
Ace made it all go away.
I’m more messed up than I thought, if Ace’s rough treatment of me actually made me feel... good.
I suppress another shudder. I need to stay out of his way, because something tells me he’d chew me up and spit me out before I even knew what was happening.
Mom is sitting in wait downstairs. “So,” she fights a smile as I enter the kitchen. “How was it?”
“How was what?” I reply, making a beeline for the coffee maker.
“Really?” Her brow lifts.
“Fine. I survived.”
