Page 70 of Hateful Games

I fight the urge to roll my eyes at his typical guy reaction of us being lesbians. However, I freeze at his challenging words.

“Prove it.”

How the hel—

In the next breath, Miya tilts my head to hers and presses her soft lips against mine. My heartbeat skyrockets when she slowly kisses me and pries my lips open with her tongue to dance once with mine. I’m too stunned to do anything but let her lead the surprisingly sweet and exceptional kiss.

It ends just as quickly.

I slowly blink my eyes open and swallow thickly.

Fuck me. My first kiss happened with a girl.

“Jesus!” The guy’s low husky voice snags my attention. “Fine. Go on!”

“Thanks!” says Miya chirpily while my mind is still on the kiss. Taking my hand, she tugs me behind her. I wrinkle my nose when the guard not so discreetly adjusts his hard-on as we go past him.

One we are out of earshot, I gasp, “What the hell, Miya?”

She stops and turns. “I’m so sorry. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” I say with a chuckle, surprised it didn’t come out awkward. Goes to show just how close we’ve gotten as friends. “That was one hell of a kiss.”

“Too many drunken dares make for a lot of practice.”

“Well, whoever you date will be one lucky guy.”

“I know.”

I shake my head with a small smile. “Why did you cut me off, though?”

“Your accent, Rosalie,” she replies. “You’ll blow our cover in an instant.”

“Damn it. I didn’t think of that,” I mutter. “And what about what will happen here?”

“Oh that, I bluffed.”

“This isn’t your first rodeo, is it?”

Walking again, she shakes her head. “Nope.”

“I guess we’re in for a devious surprise then?” The excitement is visible in my tone.

“It better be real fucking good.”

A set of double doors await us, a thick carpet welcoming us. The second the door glides open with a small shove, both of our jaws drop.

“Wow!” I whisper in awe.

Chapter Twenty

Rosalie

Am I in the movie Beauty and the Beast?

Hearts light up in my eyes as I take in the thousands and thousands of books in rows from top to bottom. It’s straight out of my fantasy. Every daydreaming bookish girl’s fantasy.

As though someone peered deep into my brain and made it a reality.

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