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She said she hated me, and on the surface, I knew that to be true. But deep down, I knew… I wasn’t sure how, but I just did, that she felt the same way I did. She was curious about me too, and that was bad news for my little game, because if she got hurt, then so did I.
And I made a habit of not being the one to get hurt.
I wasn’t sure exactly what had suddenly made me sit up and take notice of her, but recently I’d began having physical reactions I’d not been expecting. When I saw the fuckwit teenage boys in her grade staring at her in the hallways at school, my jaw clenched and I wanted to pound them into a locker. When she flipped her hair over her shoulder, I caught myself inhaling that wave of her scent that flew towards me.
I’d never been the poetic type, but suddenly I understood it.
It was true, she’d matured quite well in the last few months.
Quite well?
Was I insane?
Cait Malley was a fucking knockout. Not that she knew it, which was just another thing that made her so goddamn appealing… and annoying.
She had eyes. She should fucking open them and look in a mirror. She should own it instead of playing the innocent card with that kind of beauty in her arsenal of secret special surprise weapons, ready to take out some poor unsuspecting guy.
It was me.
I was the unsuspecting guy.
Her mother had finally stopped cutting her hair into ugly too short bangs, and it had grown into soft vanilla swathes that hung down her back in waves.
She’d started growing into her long limbs, filling out in all the right places, and by right places, I meant her tits… with an ass like a ripe peach to match.
Even now my body was stirring as I thought about her.
Her eyes were the exact shade of blue as the moment just before the sun began to rise, treading the line between night and day and it was so easy to get lost in them… and I frequently did. I didn’t mean to, but it was too hard to look away.
Which was why she’d ended up hyperventilating and rushing out of Bree’s room.
“I should go and see if she’s okay,” Bree had muttered, setting down her pencils with a huff.
God forbid anyone interrupt Princess Bree.
“No, let me,” I’d said, before I could stop myself. I shouldn’t be alone with Cait, but it was fun to poke and prod at her and watch her pretend that she wasn’t affected by me.
I wouldn’t be the one to admit what was going on in my head when I looked at her…
But when I’d seen her pacing the porch, a wild look in her eyes, something had snapped in me.
Unlike everyone else, I didn’t want her to hate me. I didn’t want to push her away. I wanted to draw her closer until I had practically absorbed her.
And that was a problem.
One I wasn’t exactly sure how to fix at that moment.
Bree was sitting on the porch steps waiting for me when I got back.
Here we go.
I pulled the pack of cigarettes from my back pocket, blocking the wind with my hand while I lit one.
Bree pulled a disgusted face, and I rolled my eyes.
“What did you do to Cait?”
“Nothing, I just took her home. She wasn’t feeling well.” I took a drag on the cigarette to prevent myself saying anything else that would give away what had happened. She’d been so overwhelmed by my touch, that she’d literally had a meltdown.
