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“Oh yeah?” Desperately trying to remain composed, and not reveal just how deeply this boy affected me, I kept my eyes locked on his when I asked, “Well, since you’re in such a chatty mood, would you care to oblige me by sharing thosedifferences?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.”
“Fine,” he replied, not missing a beat. “First difference; I may have had a momentary lapse in my own judgment when I called you easy.” He placed his hands on either side of me as he spoke. “It’s something that, on many occasions since that night, I’ve come to feel somewhat regrettable about.”
“Wow. Is this another version of an apology?” I breathed, feeling my body sway closer to his. “Because it’s as shitty as the last one.”
“Not an apology,” he corrected. “More like a rare admission.”
“Well then,” I breathed, feeling my heart buck wildly against my ribcage, as I leaned back on my elbows. “If it’s a rare admission then it must have hurt you to say it?”
“You have no idea,” he agreed, hands planted on either side of my body, as he stared down at me with dark, hooded eyes. “Will I keep going?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Second difference,” he said. “I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy. I’m notsupposedto care about you, remember?”
“No, you’re notsupposedto,” I agreed with a shiver, as he pinned me to the bonnet of the car. Excitement thrummed to life inside of me. “But you still do.”
Heat flashed in his eyes, but he made no move to deny it.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Goading this boy was the same as putting my hand in the cheetah enclosure at Fota Wildlife Park.
A risky move.
“Is there a third difference?” I breathed.
“Yeah, there’s a difference,” he replied. “Do you want it?”
“I want it.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Third difference,” he whispered then, leaning so close that I could feel his alcohol scented breath on my face. “I’m not pressuring you to spread your legs for me.” Rearing back, he made a point of glancing between us. “You did that all by yourself.”
My gaze followed his, and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw that he had deftly stepped between my legs.
Not only that, but my legs had wrapped themselves around his hips of their own damn accord.
“Well shit,” I whispered, breathing hard and fast, as I watched him watch me. “I have no idea how they got there.”
"Yeah," he agreed, closing the space between us once more, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “Me either.”
He’s going to kiss you.
Oh my god, Aoif, he’s going to put his mouth on yours.
Be cool, don’t freak out.
The sound of tires screeching tore his attention from me, and I wanted to cry.
No, God,why?
