Page 22 of Twisted Lies

Justin’s harsh gaze softens as he leans in and places a soft kiss on my cheek. His nose rubs the side of my jaw like a kitten cuddling close, and his warm breath plays across my skin. He’s so gentle, and the difference from the other boys holds my attention. He’s no longer the immature jerk in the bathroom, pulling a crude stunt. A spark of curiosity travels through me, and I’m tempted to see what he’ll do when he’s not pressured by the other boys.

“In the nude?” he suggests, taking my hand and pressing it to his lips.

No boy has ever kissed my hand before, and it’s too late to conceal my startled eyes. I lower my gaze like a lovesick fool as Justin smirks at my uneasiness.

“I thought that wasn’t allowed,” I reply, playing with his long fingers. “I mean, posing nude.”

“Nothing is allowed at this school,” he scoffs. “So you have to figure out a way not to get caught.”

Temptation is leading me toward him. It would be so easy for Justin to trick me with his charm. I may need him, but no way am I going too far. I call the shots. “Topless,” I offer him, “but the rest of me stays covered.”

He leans in and kisses my other cheek. His long hair tickles my nose. I find the contrast sexy—his long hair and mine cut short. I look into his brown eyes and feel a pull towards him. He’s not all jerky. There are layers to Justin, and I want to explore a little.

“Okay?” I ask him.

Justin watches me as he kisses my hand again. “After class tomorrow, in my studio.”

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