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“Go to hell, Theo. It’s been a long day and I’m not looking to go another round with you.” I shoulder past him to the small bathroom.
But the arrogant tosser follows me.
“Seriously, get out.”
“How’d you do it?”
“We’ve been over this. I didn’t do shit.” I start undressing, not caring one bit that he’s standing there.
Boys like Theo get off on power. Intimidation. If I give him none, he can’t use it against me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he growls as I stand there in my underwear and lean into the shower to switch on the jets.
It feels like déjà vu. Him in my room. Me half naked. But this time, I’m not in the mood for his bullshit.
“Taking a shower. You can either stand there and watch or get the hell out. Either way, I don’t care.”
Grabbing a bobble off the vanity, I pull my hair into a messy bun and reach around to unhook my bra, smiling a little to myself as I catch Theo’s dumbstruck expression. He doesn’t take his eyes off my body though, drinking his fill as I strip naked and slip into the shower.
I keep my back to him as I slather myself with shower gel, enjoying how the hot water feels sluicing over my body.
The door clicks shut, and my smile grows.
Raine: One.
Theo: Zero.
Feeling smug, I turn around. Only to be met with his hungry stare.
Shit.
Shit.
I hadn’t actually considered that he might stay.
He leans back against the door, dragging his thumb over his bottom lip as he watches me. There’s a challenge in his eyes. A flicker of satisfaction that fuels the fire inside me.
He thinks he’s won.
That he’s beat me at my own game again.
A normal girl might scream. Might grab the nearest thing and attack him with it.
But I’m not a normal girl and I was done being a pawn in someone else’s game the moment I left Brewton.
The same electricity that exists whenever we’re in the same room sparks to life, tugging something deep inside me.
I’m trapped. My own fault really. But Theo is good. A little too good, maybe.
But I’ll be damned if I lose another round to him.
How far am I willing to go though?
That’s the question.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I trail a finger down my chest, gliding it over one breast and twirling it around my nipple. Lust pools in my stomach but I ignore it, trying to focus on the goal and not my own pleasure.
Theo’s nostrils flare as he drops his gaze to my finger, following it. Tracking it.
