Page 27 of Hate Me Like You Do


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Dee rolled to her back leaving behind her open book with a groan of frustration. “Landon, my brain feels fried.”

I let the book I was holding go and pushed it to the side with a quiet thud, watching her. Her pale hair was fanned out against the gold and green rug, the muted colors pulling out the forest green in her eyes. Surprisingly, she didn’t have a single freckle with all that smooth ivory skin.

Didn’t all fair skinned girls sport some sort of brown speckles across their cheeks? Maybe most, but not her. Her skin’s perfect and soft.

Addicting.

When we came down to study, I had watched Dee turn on every light and lamp the room had to offer. She even thoughtfully struck up a fire in the fireplace even though the heat of summer was in full swing.

I laughed at her when she did, asking if the room was bright enough for her. But now I don’t mind as she lies here, the light showing off every perfect thing about her imperfect face.

When I first met her I’d thought the space between her eyes was odd looking and the way her nose turned up at the end made her look like a snob. Be that as it may, now I looked at those same features and thought how beautiful they made her. How those small things that were wired into her genetics made her… Dee.

All I saw was full smiling lips and even fuller breasts pushing at the thin fabric of her shirt.

I leaned closer to her, loving every inch of her body heat touching my skin, even if the fire had me sweating. The way she shifted her thighs against me was so telling it hummed a small anxious laugh through my chest.

Fuck, I wanted her.

Propping my head up on my arm as I rolled to my side, she looked at me. Looked through me?

“What are you doing?” she whispered, confusion ringing through her voice.

“Something, I likely shouldn’t.” With my free hand, I reached for those delicate locks of hair and twisted them gently between my fingers. My hand trailed lower, ghosting along the curve of her neck. and thinking about all the other places I wanted to explore, all the ways I could make her sigh.

Just like she was doing now.

Dee let out a shaky breath without taking her eyes off of me. Her attention fell to my already parted lips.

She wanted me to kiss her.

Fuck, I wanted that too.

I leaned down, my nose touching hers, our lips hovering dangerously close. Her eyes fluttered shut just as my palm pushed hard against the perfect curve of her breast.

“Fuck you. You only beat me because I let you.” Loud voices clattered in from the entryway, hidden from our view by the velvet covered couch in front of us. Knox and Reed's laughter lingered.

That’s when the moment ended. Without thought, I rolled myself away from her, back to the book I had before. I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. I already did too much. I’d already broke ‘the rule.’

God, I hope she never spoke of this.

If I asked, she'd keep my secrets. I knew she would.

Dee’s eyes bore into me, heated darts that are laser focused against my cheek. I ignored her as my friends came barreling into the living room, completely trashed.

“Yo, Landon. I beat Knox at a game of beer pong.” Reed cheered like he just won an Olympic sport rather than a game that consists of players consuming their gaming equipment.

Dee sat up and cocked her head at the two of them. “No one beats Knox at beer pong. He makes it a point to always win. It’s one of the rules he holds himself accountable to.”

“Well, listen here, little girl, I totally did.” The way Reed stepped up to her, making his hips eye level with her upturned face is the only thing I could focus on for a second.

“I let him win.” Knox pressed his lips together, seemingly trying to hide his hint of a smile. “Gotta give him something every once and awhile or he'll never play with me again.”

I weirdly believed him.

“It’s nice to break the rules on occasion," Dee whispered with a straight face. With my attention fixed on my friends, I could feel her look my way.

Again.

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