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Bishop’s snicker echoes off the tiles. “You got your little lady in there after putting on that show?”
“No.”
Bishop laughs again and slaps the wall outside of my stall. “But you wish she was.”
My body certainly agrees with Bishop’s knowing tone. Sighing, I shut off the water. “Leave it.”
“Whatever, man. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah.”
Bishop leaves and I’m left in an empty locker room with my head a mess.
* * *
I hoped after a day or two, I would come to my senses. I hate being wrong.
Blair is more inescapable than ever. My attention seems glued to her whenever she’s near at school. I’ve kept my distance, but it’s impossible not to watch her, even when I don’t intend to. Inevitably, my gaze seeks her out.
She’s in my dreams, too. Plaguing me whether I’m awake or asleep.
I’ve never felt so drawn to someone before.
This campus suffocates me. I might cut out early for a drive through the mountains. Fuck coming back here until I can rein myself in.
As I sit through another boring as hell English class, all I can focus on is Blair at the desk next to mine. My peripheral gaze is magnetized to her presence. I can’t stop thinking about the kiss on the soccer field—can’t stop thinking about Blair.
Thoughts run through my head, intertwining with the stuttering thrum of my heart when I catch a hint of sweet vanilla shampoo. I toy with the idea of paying her to take a ride with me, driving her home, and keeping her to myself. Trap her away until I’ve had my fill. She’s slippery, though. It wouldn’t last long enough to stamp out this addiction to her.
I can’t let my impulsive side run loose, no matter how strong the urge to wrap her in my arms is.
It’s insane how much she’s invaded my thoughts. When I’m close to her, my stomach clenches. It’s a challenge not to draw her into a secluded corner. The desire to flirt with her just to see her freckled cheeks blush fills me to the brim.
Giving into this means giving her power over me.
What I need to do is step ba
ck.
It’s time to cut my losses. If I can’t control myself, then the next viable option is to remove the temptation. I’ve given her the payment for the kiss, and that’ll be the last she gets from me.
Blair’s eyes flick over, catching me watching. Fuck—when did I stop looking at her from my periphery? Her gaze jumps down to my lips and heat sears my insides.
I want her.
And that’s exactly why I have to stop.
Twenty
Blair
The tasks from Devlin have dried up. It’s been almost a week.
After the last payment for making a spectacle of myself in a cheer uniform and the kiss, Devlin has gone radio silent on me.
Plagued by anxiety that I’ve somehow fucked up the deal, I’ve bitten my nails down to the beds. They haven’t been this bad since last year. It feels weird to have no nails again. I can’t stop prodding my fingertips.
I tear my attention from my sad nails and refocus on my homework spread across the coffee table. It’s hard to concentrate with the itchy tweed of the ugly plaid couch irritating my thighs and leaving indents in my skin. I shift around, adjusting my cotton shorts.
