Page 51 of Against The Rules

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were going to. Hell, you said you weren’t going to.”

“I always aim to be a good student,” she says loftily.

“Good,” I say, feeling feral for her. Just thinking about her naked under her dress is making me want to lose it. “I have a lot of things I want to see if you know.”

CHAPTER 20

SAVANNAH

What is it about Tyler Matthews that makes me lose all sense? Is it his wavy, dark brown hair, his deep chocolate eyes… or the way he looks at me like he can’t believe his eyes?

Maybe it’s the fact he has the best body I’ve ever seen in my life.

Or the fact he makes me laugh, makes me feel safe…

I step into Ty’s room, breathless with anticipation, thoughts running through my head a mile a minute.

“Hey,” he says, closing the door behind me. His house is quiet now, the only sound the low hum of the air conditioner. I’m surprised he can’t hear my heart slamming into my rib cage.

“Your room is the size of my whole rental,” I say, feeling absurd.

“Well, that’s why I brought you up here. I didn’t want you to get lost.”

“Shut up,” I say on a laugh. I walk around the room, looking at the glass and metal shelves. Books named things like It’s Better To Be Feared and Slow Getting Up are scattered here and there, and I run a finger along the worn spine of one.

“I like when you do that.”

“What, tell you to shut up?”

“No, well, I mean, maybe—but no, I meant when you laugh.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach. Butterflies take flight when he kisses the back of my neck, shivers of pleasure running through me.

“Oh, that.”

“Yes, Peaches, that.”

I pick up a familiar book, this one in bright jewel tones with a familiar illustration. “Percy Jackson fan, huh? I loved these books.”

“This is slightly embarrassing.” He takes the book out of my hands, and I can feel his laugh against my shoulders.

“Why? Are you embarrassed to show me your books?” I’m genuinely curious. “Do the other girls you bring up here not look at your shelves?”

He snorts. “What other girls? There’s only one woman here. Look all you want.”

There’s a football in a glass case, dozens of signatures scrawled all over it. It’s not fancy—in fact, it looks beat up—and there’s no plaque to signify why it’s in a place of honor.

My nose scrunches up.

“Didn’t you have a bunch of stuff like this downstairs? I could have sworn I saw a wall of trophies in the living room.”

“If you’re trying to get back downstairs and out of my room, Peaches, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

I tap the glass, glancing back at him. “Why isn’t this one with the others?”

He drops another feather-light kiss against the base of my neck, and it’s nearly enough to make me forget why I want to know.

I frown, but when he laces his fingers through mine, turning me around gently, I can’t help but grin up at him and his dimples.

“Why do you want to know?”

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