Page 162 of Dare To Break

I clutch Miles’ hand tighter, and don’t let go of it until we reach his locker. While he’s busy putting some books away, I check my phone only to find no message and send another.

Me: Evan saw me do it. What if he tells someone?

“Ready to go hang out at the bleachers?” Miles locks his door.

I find his hand again, pocketing my cell. “Don’t you get bored of watching the football team practicing?”

He flashes me a smile, his eyes amused. “But you love watching a bunch of guys getting hot and sweaty.”

I purse my lips, and smile back, knowing full well he’s the one that’s interested in watching them play. We walk out of the building, and head for the practice ground. A few other students have taken seats on the bleachers to watch the team go through their paces.

We find a place midway up, away from everyone else. Eli and Kellan pass us as they go higher up in the stands. Unable to help myself, I sneak a glance at the two of them as they sit down.

“Eli is really creeping me out.”

Did my stepbrother see me flash my breast at Mr. Drake?

The thought leaves me feeling unsettled and cold.

“Staring at you is better than him bullying you.”

“I’m not so sure.” I face forward. “Maybe he’s trying psychological warfare?”

“You mean he’s trying to melt your brain from the inside or stop your heart from beating in your chest?”

“I mean trying to assert dominance by not breaking eye contact. That’s what animals do, right?”

“You mean like a wolf? Just be happy he’s backed off.”

I bump my shoulder into his. “I am.”

Miles’ attention returns to my face, and he smiles. “Then don’t let some stalkerish glaring bother you. The big bad wolf isn’t going to eat you.”

Warmth spread through my cheeks as I recall the way Sin’s cock had thrust into my mouth. The way his friend had tormented my breasts until I came. Then afterward, when I’d been snuggled against Sin’s chest, feeling protected and special.

Pressing my thighs together, I try to ignore the sweet lingering ache.

I crave the dark. The hour after curfew when no one is around, and I can go to him. I’m addicted to his touch, his praise, and how he brings my body to life. The little desires and urges that have been growing over the weeks have turned into full-blown fantasies. Ones, I hope Sin will entertain.

Would he take my virginity if I asked him?

The question makes me hot all over.

I can’t. Everyone thinks I’m dating Miles and that we’re having sex. If the truth gets out, we’ll both look stupid, and I don’t want him to get hurt.

“I was thinking … if you haven’t found your bracelet by Thanksgiving, maybe we could get you a new one?”

The shift in conversation catches me off guard for a second. “Amanda made it for me. It wouldn’t be the same.”

His eyes meet mine. “Maybe she can make you a new one?”

“I haven’t talked to her in weeks.” I follow the place where the cord had once been with one finger. Our texts have slowed to a stop.

She’s forgotten about you.

“Call her over Thanksgiving,” Miles suggests.

I change the subject. “Are you going to see Enrico when you get home?”

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