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“I think it’s probably best if neither of us know who the othertrulyis?Safer,anyway.”
She was right, I knew that she was - but hearing those words from her lips annoyed me. I should’ve been the one maintaining those walls, not pining for someone that hadn’t even left my bed yet. Because Marissa and I had a whole summer of this.
Before I could reply - agree with her, she slipped out of my room, scurrying back to her own room to get ready for the day.
“Let’s grab breakfast at the pool.” She left the door a crack open, allowing me to yell after her. She grunted some sort of affirmative response, and that was all I needed to know because Marissa and I were heading poolside, and if my hunch was correct, then most of The Society members would be lounging outdoors today.
I pushed myself out of bed and forced my limbs tomove- to get ready for the day, even when my dick was rock hard with the sheets still smelling like her, and my body arguing that my time would be much better spent in bed.
Marissa knew how to pull together that Society image, and I almost mourned the loss of her bare flesh, her scars on display as her hair cascaded down her arms in that ‘just been fucked’ kind of way. Now, even with her bathing suit peeking out from beneath her clothing, she lookedtooneat -toocontained.
Her white summer dress hit her calves, the halter straps of her bathing suit peeking out from beneath the perfect crisp whiteness of it all. Her hair was perfectly styled, her blonde locks coming down in cool beachy waves. And her lips? They were utter pink perfection. Yeah, Marissa knew what she was doing. My gut pooled with warmth and somethingelse- the sourness rising up because she almost pulled off the roletoowell.
She waited for me at the front door, poised and graceful, a far cry from the hellcat I knew she was.
By the time we stepped outside, the pool area was teaming with people. I spotted Aria and Raquel lying poolside, but in fairness, I was certain that everyone within a fifty foot radius spotted Aria - she was breathtaking to look at, sort of like a piece of art. But art was for museums, and as I slid my palm against the small of Marissa’s back, I knew that no Society girl would be enough for me - not when my family and I ran the way we did.
We sat at one of the tables at a restaurant that seemed to flow into the pool area, and I watched in fascination as Marissa’s walls built back up, portraying nothing but The Society newcomer that she was. It pissed me the fuck off because she was so much more than these people - than this place, but I had to give it to her, the girl knew how to play the game. She was poised as she ordered a chicken salad when she was probably a cheeseburger and fries kind of girl. I ordered a beer because, not only was it expected from someone like me, Iwantedone.
“What?” I barked, grinning over the rim of my glass, “You can get a Cosmo or some shit.”
“I would rather choke on my own saliva than drink that nauseating sweetness.” Her answer had me choking on my own laughter because she delivered it in such a sweet tone, looking angelic as fuck. To any outsider looking in, she was smiling sweetly at me whilst delivering a cute little anecdote.
I pulled my chair closer to her, no longer wishing to be on the opposite side of the table. She grinned knowingly at me, and something about her smile made my stomach flip - made me want to burn this place to the ground and run away with her. It was a strange fucking feeling - one that had no place in this setting. Instead, I splayed my hand across her smooth, warm thigh, sliding under the material of her dress. She batted her lashes at me, and even when I knew that she was going to come at me with some level of snarky reply, I couldn’t wait to hear what she had to say. Because even when she was fighting me - throwing knives at me - being an outright bitch to me - she was the most enigmatic person in this whole damn place.
“Let me make one thing clear,Mack,” she smiled, hissing my name through clenched teeth, and something about the movement had heat pumping through my veins, “I am not straddling you and grinding against you in publicagain.”
I huffed out a laugh. The girl was full of shit, but I knew what she was doing - she was saving her image - ensuring that she appeared as the poised Society girl and not simply my personal plaything. I could respect that. Even if I hated the thought of her not grinding on me at this table.
“Let’s play twenty questions.” My voice sounded hoarse even to my ears, but I didn’t care - I needed the distraction because thinking about Marissa grinding against me at this restaurant was doing me no favors.
“No questions that would give either of us away.” I nodded as I agreed with her - knowing full well that she was right.
The waiter interrupted us momentarily.
“Steak for breakfast?” Marissa scoffed.
“I’m a growing boy,” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, reveling in the melodic laughter that tinkled out of her.
And then, just for show, I took a bite of my steak, licking the sauce from my lips lasciviously as I threw in a wink for good measure. Her grin fought escape, but Marissa managed to lock her smile down, and for some reason, I wasn’t disappointed.
She tossed her hair behind her back before diving in with the questions, immediately taking the offensive position.
“What is your favorite weapon?”
I kept chewing as I leaned back into my chair as I made a big show of thinking it over. She narrowed her gaze on me and, fuck, if this wasn’t the best kind of foreplay. My girl wanted to talk weapons? Fuck yeah.
But my answer wasn’t such a simple one, and so I chose to give her some honesty.
“Depends on what mood I’m in.”
Her gaze shot up in surprise - in question, but before she could verbalize some sort of response, I dove in, taking my turn to ask the question.
“What do you do in yourdown time? What do you do forfun?”
I watched in smug fascination as her mouth opened, a sigh whooshing out of her. I knew I’d stumped her - knew she was expecting me to ask her something about her skillset, but there was something about her that had me clawing for the most basic information.
Her shoulders slumped forward slightly as she finally conceded and answered, “My lifestyle doesn’t really offer me muchdown time.”
