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“Rose.”
I turned away from him and reached for the door handle. He was quicker and hit the lock button. “Let me out,” I demanded, refusing to look at him.
Without a word, I heard him exit the truck.
By the time I got my door open, he was already right there, waiting to help me get down, or so I thought. I intended on going straight into the house where I could pretend everything after we pulled into my driveway, never happened.
Constantine had other ideas. The second my door was shut, he caged me in, planting his hands on either side of my head and using his body to make sure I couldn’t slip passed him.
“You need to move.”
“Roselynn.” He gently took my face into his hands and forced me to look at him. “It was just a joke. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He started to laugh, and I shoved him. Much to my annoyance, he didn’t budge. “I’m sorry,” he repeated in a more somber tone, all amusement falling away.
I grabbed his wrists and pushed them down, pulling my face out of his hands. “Why would you joke about any of that?”
“I honestly didn’t think you’d fall for it. Look at me, Roselynn. Do I look like I fuck sorority girls in the woods and then torture them?”
“You do fuck sorority girls,” I muttered without thinking.
I had seen him with Emily Meadows last summer, down in his garage a little past midnight. I’d been torn between raging disgust and being extremely turned on.
“I used her mouth, I never fucked her, Justin did,” he replied to my blunder. Somehow knowing exactly what I was referring to.
“I think where you stick your dick, and who you stick in it is the lesser issue here.”
“Or is the issue it's not you I’m fucking, and you wish it was.”
I shook my head, but he wasn’t done. “Don’t deny, just listen. I don’t have a bag of murder weapons in my backseat. That would be extremely foolish, don’t you think?”
I nodded, because yes. No one rode around with that many murder weapons so easily spotted. At the very least they should have been hidden beneath the spare tire or something.
“As for who I fuck. I’m very particular about who I touch and how I touch them. I don’t have a habit of fucking random girls.” He leaned closer, bringing his lips within inches of mine “The only person I see lately, is you.”
I stopped trying to shove him away and sorted out what he was saying. Of course, the whole bag thing had seemed off the charts ridiculous, to begin with, but I’d been fine with believing it up until he mentioned screwing that girl.
But if he’d been joking…
Now I was the one that looked like a self-righteous psycho.
“This is so embarrassing,” I muttered, averting my gaze to the ground.
Constantine lifted my chin and studied my face. “No, this was on me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I shouldn’t have messed with you like this.”
“You shouldn’t of,” I agreed, willing my heart to stop racing. “Why did you?”
“It doesn’t matter.” He stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb, and I realized the position we were in. Peering up at him, it was impossible to know what he was thinking. He kept his cards too close to his chest.
“Do you really not have a girlfriend?”
He smiled, showing off his perfect smile. “I know that may seem hard to believe, but it's not any more impossible than you being single too.”
“How do you know that I’m single?”
“Because I’ve never let anyone get near you,” he replied glibly.
I fought off a smile and failed, laughing shortly. “You’re actually pretty funny, for a self-entitled dick.”
He canted his head and regarded me thoughtfully. “It’s cute you think I’m joking.”
I gradually stopped smiling as he began to.
“Do you forgive me?” he asked softly.
I sighed and let my head fall back to rest against his car. “There’s not really anything to forgive. This was stupid and nothing to get upset about in the first place.”
“There’s something else.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. “I think we’ve talked enough.”
“This doesn’t involve talking.”
He leaned down and kissed me. I was so caught off guard, I reopened my eyes and stared at him, probably resembling an owl.
His low laugh snapped me back to reality just as he was about to do it again. This time I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.
His lips were full and soft. He gripped my face and angled it so he had better access, teasing me. I parted for him, moaning softly when his tongue slipped into my mouth, and I realized it was pierced. He pressed against me, and I nearly whimpered when I felt the outline of his cock on the apex of my thighs. He kissed me harder, nipping my lower lip and sucking on my tongue. I thread my fingers through his hair and moaned again, marveling at how soft it was.
