Page 14 of Racing Hearts

I hate that I want him to look.

“Fuck you,” he snaps, equally as angry. “I won’t be nice next time.”

“Nice, rich boy?” I hiss. “You’re nothing?—”

My head snaps to the side from his slap. Licking my stinging lip, I slowly turn my head back to look at him. His eyes are wide. No doubt he’s shocked at his own actions, but I’m not. If he wants to fight, then fine. I slam my fist into his face in retaliation, making him recoil with a cry. “What the fuck, Anders?”

Grabbing his head before he can say more, I crush my lips to his. He freezes before fisting my shirt, pulling me closer, his teeth digging into my lower lip so hard I taste my own blood. It only urges me on, and I swallow his groan as I press every hard inch of him against the wall, pinning him as I lick his teeth and dominate his mouth. He gasps as I kiss him, deepening it until it hurts.

Desire and anger fuel me, wrapping around me until I’m lost in him.

I’m not in my right mind, and when I hear a voice outside, I realize what I’m doing.

I pull back, my eyes wide in horror, my lip bleeding from his teeth.

I kissed him.

He watches me, his eyes wide and confused, and before he can say a word, I turn and race out of there.

I can still taste him in my mouth, no matter how much I wipe it away.

SEVEN

Alek Anders kissed me.

He also hit me, which isn’t okay, but some dark part of me liked the pain because that meant I pushed him so much he snapped. That’s probably fucked up, but I don’t care.

I spend the rest of my shift thinking about it. I have never been kissed like that, with nothing but pure, raw desire. No, I’ve never been kissed like that before, and I hate that it was with that asshole. I don’t even know if he likes guys, although it’s obvious he doesn’t want to. He ran away so fast, I was surprised there wasn’t an Alek shaped hole in the wall. I remind myself I need to forget about it as I sprawl across my twin-sized bed in my shared dorm.

He kissed me. So what? He regrets it, and I don’t want to be someone’s regret.

There are plenty of people who want me, so then why do I crave attention from someone who doesn’t?

It doesn’t help that I saw a different side of him today. He’s working to put Alice through school. Shit, maybe he isn’t such an asshole, which doesn’t help.

My phone vibrates, and I grab it, expecting it to be Lally, but I’m surprised when I see the unknown number.

Unknown: If you tell anyone what happened today, I will kill you.

My eyebrows rise. Only one person would text me that, and I hate that I want to squeal when I realize he must have asked around for my number. I really am fucked in the head.

Evan: Who is this?

I wait, watching him type, my heart racing as I sit up, staring my phone intently.

Unknown: You go around kissing a lot of people?

Unknown: Forget I said that and forget what happened today. It was nothing.

Evan: Jealous that I do? How did you get my number?

Unknown: Alice had it, said you gave it to her in case she got scared. Now stop texting me.

Chuckling, I thumb out a response.

Evan: You texted me first.

I click the information and quickly add his number, changing his name and picture to the one I took the other day—the one of him smiling.

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