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He is actuallysmilingwithout faking anything, his lips curving and his eyes softening. He looks happy when I could’ve sworn the asshole doesn’t know the emotion.
It’s because of the alcohol, isn’t it?
Also, why the fuck does it ache behind my rib cage?
Maybe I should have myself checked, because this shit is seriously disturbing.
His smile disappears as soon as it appeared and I want to shove my hand inside his throat and drag it out. Take a picture this time and keep it forever.
“Are you going to say something or are you just going to stand there and stare at me like a creep?” I ask, using the words he’s often thrown my way.
He purses his lips.Doesn’t feel so good, does it, prick?
“Just tell me…did you have a thing with Annika?”
“What the fuck? She’s like a fetus.” I narrow my eyes. “Why are you asking? You better not involve her in your stupid games or I’ll personally help Jeremy annihilate you.”
My blood roars at the mere thought of that. I still haven’t even forgotten aboutClara, and now he wants Annika.
Nah, hell no.
Fuck that.
I’ll strangle the fuck out of him.
“No, no,” he says in a bit of a rush. “She’s too young and I don’t… I don’t like anyone who’s barely legal.”
His eyes shine brightly and I get closer, trying to read him. “You know I’m going to be twenty soon, right?”
That smile nearly makes another breakthrough and I catch myself sucking in my breath to see it, but he suppresses it in a typical asshole move. “You’re still way younger than me.”
“Way? It’s only three years.”
“And a half.”
“And ahalf. Jesus. We’re still in the same damn generation. You need to chill for a bit, my dude.”
He frowns, his lips pushing forward—fucking adorable. “I’m not yourdude.”
“Aaand the grouchy Brandon King makes a stunning comeback!” I shake my head. “You just never disappoint, do you?”
“Well, maybe you should stop giving me all these nicknames.”
“Which one is your favorite?” I step closer until I can inhale the whiskey from his mouth. But alcohol isn’t the only thing I smell. I’m smothered by the musk emanating from his flushed fair skin and the notes of clover and citrus in his damn hair. Fuck, his hair smells so good.
Am I sure I’m not the drunk one?
Apparently, I don’t give a fuck about my resolve, because I whisper, “Do you prefer lotus flower? My dude? Oh, Prince Charming?”
“None,” he says slowly, his eyes light and hooded as he stares up at me.
“Oh, right.” I stand toe-to-toe with him and line my lips with the shell of his ear. “You like being calledbaby.”
He trembles against me. Fuckingtrembles. Or maybe it’s the alcohol and he’s swaying, but I couldn’t care less. I choose to believe it’s because I’ve destabilized him.
I choose to think he’s not immune to my presence and I’m getting under his skin as deep as he’s penetrated mine.
He better be or I swear to fuck I’ll personally amputate Kolya for the inhumane abstinence he’s been forcing on me for a whole damn month.
