Page 115 of Dare To Break

Doubt oozes in, leaving me feeling unsettled. “I should try something different.”

“No, no, no.” Jace insists, punching Evan in the arm. “Don’t let this knucklehead put you off. You need to wear this.”

Eyebrows knotting together, I glance down at myself. “You sure?”

Lacy grabs my shoulders and swirls me to face the changing room door. “We’re getting it. Go get changed. We can grab lunch before we head back to the school.”

I do as she says, struggling out of the dress and put my street clothes back on. Once I’m done, I leave the changing room. Jace is the only one outside when I emerge.

He plucks the angel outfit out of my hands.

“Hey!”

He winks, then sets off toward the counter. “I’m paying for it.”

“What? No.” I launch after him, trotting to keep up with his long strides. “I can use my stepdad’s credit card.”

“This is my treat.”

“Why?

He drops the outfit in front of the clerk, and hands the man his credit card. “What can I say? Seeing you in it took my breath away, and I can’t let you back out of wearing it to the Halloween party.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He takes the receipt from the clerk, adds it to the large white paper bag and hands it to me. “If you really want to repay me, you can do it with a kiss.”

I clutch the handle tightly. “On the cheek.”

“Of course.” He leans in and turns his head, to offer me the side of his face. When I reach up to place a kiss on his cheek, He moves at the last second, and my mouth collides with his. My lips part in a startled gasp, and his tongue darts into my mouth.

I push him away. “Jace, I’m dating Miles.”

“It’s just a harmless kiss. Nothing more.” His expression lights up playfully, eyes dancing with amusement. “Come on, we’re headed to the cafe. Let’s catch up to them.”

Chapter 74

Eli

I go into the fancy dress store under protest. I have no interest in buying some cheap-ass ridiculous costume for the Halloween party. I’m not going to attend, so there is little point. But Kellan insists, and I follow him inside, muttering about stupid traditions beneath my breath.

He ignores me, digging through the various racks. I move away and pop my earbuds in, the sound of ‘Bath Salts’ by Highly Suspect filling my head and muffling the sounds of everyone else in the store.

I pull out my cell, my intention to order some art supplies when a flash of blonde hair catches my eye. Lifting my head, my attention is caught and held by Arabella as she comes out of the changing rooms.

The white concoction she’s wearing hugs her curves like it’s a second skin and leaves very little to the imagination. Or maybe that’s simply because I know what it’s hiding. Her legs are bare, the skirt barely covering her ass, and the top battling to keep her breasts contained.

Fuck me.

My dick springs to life and I whirl away, presenting the entire group with my back.

She looks like a whore.

My mind immediately denies that thought.

She looks fucking incredible.

Innocence wrapped up in temptation.

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