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“What about it?” I sass, ducking under his arm that’s currently caging me in.
“Not so fast,” he says, reaching out swiftly to grab my wrist, pulling me back to him.
He’s standing close. Too close. I can smell his body wash. He grabs the bottle from my hand, setting it down on the counter next to us, before lightly pushing me up against the refrigerator.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We were talking about that mouth,” he says, his gaze flicking down to my lips.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. I can’t help myself.
“I wonder what it tastes like,” he whispers, his nose rubbing against mine.
Time stands still. The air thickens. I swear to fucking God you could cut the tension in this room with a knife right now.
I don’t respond, because I can’t. It’s like I’m under some kind of spell.
He leans in closer, his lips slightly brushing against mine. We’re millimeters apart from each other. I can hear the blood pumping in my ears.
“Don’t you want to know, too?” he asks.
I don’t even know what the fuck he asked me. I can’t think straight.
The light in the living room flicks on, and Clark jumps away from me, darting out of the room just as quickly as he came.
“Why are you standing here in the dark?” Mitch asks, flicking the kitchen light on.
I try to shake myself out of whatever trance I was in.
“I just came down for water,” I say, reaching over to grab the bottle off the counter.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a weird day,” I tell him. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
I quickly walk back upstairs to my room, before he tries to ask me any more questions.
Thankfully, I avoid any run-ins with Clark on the way to my room and I quickly close the door behind me, taking a deep breath, cursing at myself once I’m safe inside.
ChapterSeven
CLARK
At first, I thought playing games with Marley was fun. It was something to do to pass the time this summer and try and keep my mind off Riley and her fucking drama. After tonight, it doesn’t feel like a game anymore.
I would have taken here right there on the fucking kitchen counter if her brother hadn’t cock-blocked me. What does that say about me? Mitch has made it abundantly clear that his sister is off limits, and I just keep toying with her.
Honestly, I don’t have time for this shit anyway. I’m still trying to figure out how to get the fuck out of this predicament that I have myself in with Riley and her father. Fucking with Marley will make Riley suspicious and put a target on her back. That’s the last thing I want.
I just shut the door to my room, when someone is knocking. I curse at myself for hoping it’s Marley.
“Clark, it’s me,” Mitch says.
“Come on in,” I tell him.
“I’m worried about Marley,” he says, almost immediately.
I hope he can’t see the panic on my face. What if he’s figured something out? I can’t lose this friendship. Not to mention, we’re about to become business partners. I can’t fuck up my life any more than it already is.
