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His eyes snapped back to mine. “I just did.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

He rubbed his forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m so buzzed right now. I need to kick the shit out of something. The things they were saying…”

“Why do you even care?”

The storm in his eyes calmed, changing to something else. The same thing I thought I’d seen right before I tried to kiss him.

“You know why.”

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I really don’t.”

“I think you do.”

“No, Evan. I don’t. I thought I did, but after yesterday, I think I have it all wrong.”

He stalked forward and I stepped back, dancing our dance of push and pull. Hot and cold. Fire and ice. I hit some kind of shelving, but it didn’t stop me from trying to get away from him, pressing back until the metal bit into my skin.

“Becca.” His voice was softer, and he brought a hand to my face, brushing a strand of hair away. “You know why.”

“I don’t.”

“Stop lying.”

“I’m no—” His mouth was on mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, his solid body pressed against me. I looped my hands around his neck, twirling my fingers in the ends of the hair around the base of his neck, kissing him back with every ounce of frustration I felt.

Evan’s hands skimmed around my butt and lifted me up so that I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. He spun us around and dropped me on some kind of bench, pushing himself between my legs, never once breaking the kiss.

“This is why,” he groaned into my mouth, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist you?” He’d broken the kiss, but his mouth still lingered over mine, our foreheads touching and our chests heaving between us.

“So don’t.” I stared up at him. “Don’t.”Please. I wanted to beg.

Couldn’t he see how much I wanted this—how much I needed the connection.

“I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t…” His eyes dropped to my mouth as he rasped out, “Fuck the rules. I’m done trying to be the good guy.”

I’m done trying to be the good guy.The words reverberated through me like metal clinking against metal. Evan crowded me, seeking my lips again, but panic clutched at my heart, memories of that night flooding my mind like a vivid nightmare.

“Stop, stop,” I cried, pushing my hands into Evan’s chest trying to get him off. Trying to give myself space to catch my breath.

“Becca, what the hell?” He jammed his hands into his pocket, giving me space, but I couldn’t meet his stare. My hands gripped the edge of the bench while I waited for my heart to slow down.

“I’m sorry. I… panicked.” My voice quivered as I peeked up at him. “I should go.” I hopped down and tried to move around him for the door, but Evan caught my waist and hooked me to him, forcing me to look at him.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“It’s my shit, not yours.” I shirked out of his grip and reached for the door.

“We’re not done talking about this.” His voice was cold.

No, we probably weren’t, but I intended to keep my secrets for another day.

CHAPTER16

“Oh look, it’s the slut.”Kendall stepped in front of me in the lunch line, her arms folded over her chest, hip cocked to one side.

“Whatever you say,” I said, continuing to eye today’s choice.

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