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“You took them to make him happy?”
“No. No, I threw them onto the table, but then Jason came downstairs.”
Bishop pulled back, his eyes darkening. “And Jason is?”
With him disconnecting now and moving into protective mode, I laughed and fell back on the bed. “Jason is the bane of my existence. He hung out with us back when we were in foster care. He had rich parents but loved ripping people off. When I told him yesterday in not so many words that I hated him, he must have slipped the pills into my bag before he handed it to me from the table. He knows the pain Ali and I both went through because of those pills. He knew it would get to me, and I let it!”
I was frustrated with myself that I’d let it get so bad that I almost considered putting one of those pills in my damn mouth.
“Come on,” Bishop insisted, suddenly throwing the blankets back and grabbing my hand, yanking me up onto my feet.
I had to grab hold of him to keep my legs from giving out under me. My body was still tired despite having over twelve hours of rest.
My mind, though, was better, clearer.
Like I wasn’t walking around in a world of thick fog. And I needed to make sure it stayed that way.
Only, it wasn’t going to if I kept ending up in situations like this—my hands clutching Bishop’s leather while his arms circled my waist.
My very naked waist.
The both of us seemed to have forgotten that I’d stripped down to my underwear the previous night. His cut was cool against my skin, and as I pressed against him, his mouth seemed to fall naturally toward mine.
“Practicing for tomorrow night?” I teased with a grin, trying not to climb the damn man in front of me like a tree. “It said on the invite something about dancing.”
He barely moved. “Dancing. Right. Amusing,” he murmured, his nose brushing over my cheek as he seemed to trace the contours of my face, making my entire body shudder.
My heart skipped, enjoying the torturous way his lips seemed to find mine, though barely grazing them.
“You know, if we’re going to fake this, you’re going to have to kiss me,” I whispered, trying to entice him.
“I’m aware of this.”
He held himself perfectly still, not giving anything, which only turned me on even more.
“So, shouldn’t we practice?” I tempted as I clung to his cut, my knees turning to Jell-O and threatening to give way at any moment.
The growl that rumbled from the back of his throat almost had me crossing the line.
I wanted this. I wanted him. And I knew it was mutual.
I just didn’t know why the hell we were still pretending.
I licked my lips, trying to entice him further. “Why not just get it over with?”
“Because, fake or not, kisses should never be planned,” he rasped, his mouth escaping mine as his lips tickled down my jaw to my ear. At the same time, his hands moved upward, following the curve of my waist until they reached my breasts, and his thumbs gently caressed the underside of my bra. “They should be felt.”
Then he was gone, and I stumbled back, sitting at the edge of the bed and fighting for breath.
He moved back to his post at the door and shoved the chair out of the way before pulling open the door and holding it wide. “Come on. We’ve got a busy day.”
I squeezed my eyes closed for just a second and shook my head.
Moments ago, he’d been so close.
Now, once again, we were playing this game.
I was sure he had his reasons, but honestly, I was starting to get tired. It wouldn’t be long before I didn’t want to play anymore.
