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“Get the fuck out of here, Clark,” I hiss, walking over to him, attempting to shove him out the door.
He grabs my wrists, yanking me close to him, our bodies flush together.
My breath hitches. I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I can smell the alcohol and marijuana on his breath. I glance down at his lips and his eyes are ablaze.
“I asked you a question.”
“And I told you to get the fuck out of here. I don’t owe you any kind of explanation,” I tell him, attempting to pull away, but his grip tightens.
His fingers graze my neck, before he hooks one through the chain of one of my necklaces. I shiver when goosebumps pop up across my skin.
“I wasn’t finished with you yet,” he whispers, leaning in so his lips touch my ear.
“Yes you were. You told me so yourself,” I point out.
He’s going through some internal struggle. He must feel the same anguish I do.
“I want to say fuck it and claim you,” he growls.
“You and I both know that isn’t going to happen.”
“What if it was just one night?” he asks, dropping the chain against my skin, tracing his finger along my chest.
One night with Clark. Could I do it? Do I want to?
“You’re leaving for college in two weeks. Let’s just get each other out of our system and move on with our lives,” he says, pressing his forehead against mine.
He wouldn’t be my first one-night stand, and I’m sure he won’t be my last, but is that all I want from him? Could I handle just having him for one night when I’ve craved his touch since I moved into my dad’s house?
“I want to touch you, Marley. I’m willing to betray my best friend just so I can fucking have you.”
The anguish in his voice breaks my heart. I don’t want to hurt my brother. We’re all we have left.
“We can’t,” I say, pushing him away and walking around him.
My robe slips off, revealing my bare shoulder, and he stares at me like I’m a meal he’s been dying to have.
“Let me look at you,” he whispers, his voice cracking.
I feel the goosebumps pebble up across my body.
“Clark,” I warn as he walks close.
“Let me look at you. I won’t touch. I promise,” he says, running his tongue across his bottom lip.
How many more lines are we going to cross before we take the leap?
“No, we can’t,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I hope it sounds convincing, because God, I want him to look at me like this for the rest of my fucking life.
“Please, Mar,” he pleads.
He walks backwards across the room, until his back hits the door. I watch him turn the lock on the door before he flips off the light.
I look around the room. There’s a street light shining in through the window. It’s almost as if it’s just illuminating me in the bedroom. I’m across the room from him. We’re staring at each other, and our breathing is heavy. It’s so quiet, that’s all I can hear.
I use my finger to move my robe off my other shoulder, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes travel up and down my body. I should be ashamed that I’m fucking soaked just from him looking at me, but I’m not.
