Page 156 of Dare To Live

“Fine, but don’t blame me if one of us locks you both in a room by the end of the week. You need to talk instead of fuck.”

I roll my eyes at the threat. “Locking us both in a room alone won’t stop us fucking.”

We have a few more days before we leave Churchill Bradley. Beyond these walls is the real world. Eli has said he’d like us to try again, but that doesn’t mean it will continue once our time is up here.

All he’s doing is making amends for the way he treated me when he was my bully. I enjoy being with him like this. I like having his kisses, the feel of his arms around me.

I move along the line, studying the food options, but nothing catches my interest. It’s not until we reach the desserts that something appeals to me.

Miles eyes me when I reach for one of the plates.

“What?” I ask as I add a second one to my tray.

“Chocolate cake for dinner?”

“I don’t want anything else.”

He laughs. “You’re eating the feelings you have for a certain person.”

I collect a spoon. “Drop it.”

“That’s not even a slice. It’s half the fucking cake.”

I scowl and swat at him with my free hand. “Leave me alone.”

Miles steps back out of reach, clutching his tray. “Are you going to eat your body weight in chocolate while we’re here?”

“Maybe I will. I need energy.”

His smile turns into a laugh. “For the sexathon you’re having with Eli?”

I poke my tongue out at him and move along to grab a glass of orange juice, then I walk to the table with Miles close behind me. When we reach it, Eli pulls the chair out beside him for me.

Eli glances at my tray as I place it on the table. “Cake?”

“Not you too.” I drop down onto the seat. “What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t remember you liking cake that much.”

“It’s the chocolate,” Miles informs him as he sits next to Ivan.

“Can’t a woman just enjoy her food? I worked hard today. I deserve cake.” Picking up my spoon, I stab it into the edge of the sponge and pop a piece into my mouth.

Eli drapes his arm over the back of my chair, leans in and kisses my neck. “Kitten, you can eat whatever the fuck makes you happy.”

Dragging the spoon out from between my lips, I turn my head and kiss him. Eli’s tongue darts into my mouth. It’s a full-on make-out kiss that leaves me hot and needy.

“As much as I’m sure you two are enjoying tongue fucking each other, there are people here trying to eat.”

“I was eating.” Eli’s eyes are alight with mischief. “Ari was sharing her cake with me.”

Everyone at the table laughs. Cheeks hot, I duck my head, and focus on my cake. I feel like a shy eighteen-year-old all over again.

“Arabella Gray, will you be my date for the prom on Friday night?”

My spoon is halfway to my mouth when Eli speaks.

“You want to go together?”

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