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It was intentional.
It was selfish.
Did he notice?
I hope so.
“You’re not a coward. You’re avoiding a person.” His quiet accusation was spot-on, and when I didn’t respond, he pushed further. “Is it Brent?”
My breath faltered in my chest, answer enough.
His half-grin appeared, letting one side of the smiley piercing show. A weird little twist came back to my stomach.
Too close.
“That doesn’t matter,” I told him. “Why are you here?”
“Running away from my issues too, obviously.” His hushed voice carried all of his sarcasm as he swiveled his e-cigarette with the hand that wasn’t firmly holding me against his thigh.
“What issues are those?”
“I believe my question was first. Am I right?” he rebutted like a small child.
I rolled my eyes. “What does it matter? I dislike being around plenty of people,” I said, straightening with false surety.
“Oh my gosh,” he whispered with a laugh. “You’re avoidant today.” His smirk tilted even more.
“Says the one who hasn’t answered either.”Now I’m the child.
We both waited, almost not breathing.
“I’m avoiding being the first one in our study group,” he admitted matter-of-factly. I narrowed my eyes at his response.Jai has something to avoid? Unlikely.
“Why not just walk in later then?”
“And miss out on a girl crawling her ass back into me in the broom closet? I think I’ll continue wasting my time here, thanks.” He flashed a full smile and suddenly my hand was burning hot under his touch.That ass!All of me was too warm. The sharp points of his piercing were on full display under his lip.
I’m staring now.
Everything was smothering.
I tugged and he let me slide my hand away.
“I didn’t know you were in here, otherwise—” I started, shrugging my shoulders.
“You wouldn’t have come in?” he guessed. I stared into his eyes, getting lost in their gem-like color. “I wouldn’t leave you out there to suffer, Bexley.” The way he whispered my name had me fighting a severe tingle in my spine.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You can always come to me.”
Is he closer now?
I was sweating like I finished running five miles. It felt like he was sucking up all of the oxygen from the room.
A cool metal tip pressed against my lips.
“Crème brûlée,” he quietly offered as my lips closed around it. He pressed the button as I inhaled. The crackle of the coil filled the space between us. A quick buzz of nicotine swirled in my system as I held my breath in.
