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“Hmm… Chemistry?”
“No!” She’s so over my bullshit. “What the hell, Holden?”
“I’m just trying to figure out why my dick gets harder for you the more you hate me.”
She doesn’t respond right away, and I’m too afraid to look at her, so I keep my eyes up. Her ceiling’s made up of panels, also painted white, like the walls, and I wonder if they were like that when she moved in. Or maybe she and her mom went out and painted it to hide whatever was here before them. I’d only been here once before, and it was dark, and seeing it in the light… her home doesn’t feel much like a home. It’s so empty.Sosterile.
“It would make things so much easier if Icouldhate you,” she finally says.
I realize I’d been deep in my own thoughts the entire time; I’d almost forgotten what I’d said. I flip to my side, so we’re face to face. Her eyes meet mine, lips still swollen and red from my attack. “You don’t hate me?”
Shaking her head, she answers, “No.”
I shouldn’t ask. I do anyway. “Why not?”
After a heavy sigh, her gaze drops. “Because your heart is pure, and your intentions are good, and I can’t fault you for that.”
In my arms, she’s exactly where I want her, where Ineedher, and I should really keep my mouth shut before it blows up in my face. “I’m sure there are plenty of other things you could fault me for.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she states. “But none of those things are relevant tome.”
* * *
I wakeup the next morning, confused, and instantly blinded by darkness. It doesn’t take long for my senses to kick in. A single inhale of sunshine and solace, and I smile at the memories of the night before.
We’d stayed in Jamie’s bed for another hour after she deemed that she didn’t, in fact, hate me. We talked shit, pushing each other’s buttons until my stomach growled its annoyance at me. Jamie laughed at the sound, that husky laugh that almost brings me to my knees. And then she rolled her eyes, struggled to pull me out of bed by my arm, and we got dressed, walked to the diner together. I offered to drive, but she said it was a nice night out, and she’d prefer to walk, and I’d pretty much do anything she requested because that’s the power she has over me.
Halfway through our meal, I asked her what her plans were for the rest of the night. She told me she usually catches up on all the homework she hasn’t had time to do. So, that’s what we did. We went back to her house, and she sat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, studying, while I laid across the couch, scrolling through bullshit on my phone with headphones on. At some point, I woke up to my phone ringing. It was my mom asking if I was coming home. I’d looked over at Jamie, obviously listening in on our conversation, and I asked her, “Am I going home?”
She shrugged, but I caught her hint of a smile when I told Mom, “I’m going to stay at Jamie’s.” Jamie packed up whatever she was doing and led me to her room by my hand, and then we…slept.
We did nothing but hold each other and sleep, and it did things to my soul that being between her legs did to me physically.
It released all the tension I didn’t know I was carrying.
And as much as I want to feel that again, right this second, Jamie’s not in bed with me. She’s in the shower. With all the windows blocked out, I have no clue what time it is… until my alarm goes off a second later.
6:30.
I throw the covers off me, make my way to the bathroom, and enter without knocking. “Holden?”
“No,” I say, slapping toothpaste on my finger. “It’s the other guy you masturbated in front of last night.”
The shower curtains part just so she can glare at me through the mirror. “If you tell anyone about that, I’m going to strategically slice off your balls with a chainsaw.”
I chuckle. “Noted,” I say, at the same time she switches off the shower. I hand her the towel while finger-brushing my teeth. And then I turn around, lean against the sink with my arms crossed, and make no attempt to hide the fact that I’m ogling her. “You really do have an insane body, Jamie.”
She glances up, then right back to her towel-covered hands sliding up her leg. “Thank you.”
What I’d give to be that towel. “You’re welcome.”
Standing to full height, she wraps the towel around her before stepping out of the shower. “I meant what I said, though. Don’t tell anyone—”
“Anyone?” I cut in “Or Dean specifically? Because I’ll handle Dean.”
“Handlehim?” she asks, moving past me to get to her room. “What’s there tohandle?”
I follow behind her, sit on the edge of the bed as she stands in front of the dresser. Slipping on my shorts from the night before and keeping my eyes on hers through the mirror, I say, “It’d be different if you were just some... side chick.” Her brow knits, but she doesn’t respond. I add, “But helovesyou, Jamie, so like I said, I’ll handle it.” I don’t know how, or why I’m even making this promise.
