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“You hooked up with him last night?” I switch my attention from Arabella to Kellan.

“I wanted to see if I was reading the signs wrong. Turns out I’m not as broken as I thought I was. He’s definitely bi … or gay and in denial. Either way.” He shrugs. “He gave my dick a good time last night. He gives good head. He just needs a little guidance.” He smirks and sips his coffee. “He was an eager student and didn’t take much convincing to drop to his knees and open his mouth.” He twists in his seat. “Do you think they’d be up for a foursome? I could fuck him while you fuck her. They could watch each other getting off with the people they hate the most.”

My dick stirs. It likes the idea of fucking her. I like the idea. There’s no point in denying it. She brings my body to life in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Chapter 85

Arabella

Eli’s eyes collide with mine the second my eyes find him across the cafeteria. Awareness zips between us, and I lick my lips. He copies the action. Heat rises in my cheeks at the slow sweep of his tongue across his bottom lip.

His gaze makes a slow, insolent journey down my body and then back up to my face. My stomach flips, cheeks on fire with mortification.

There’s something different about the way he’s looking at me. The air between us is intense. The longer he stares, the more I’m trapped in the gleaming green of his gaze.

I’m back in the cemetery, his lips are on mine. His tongue licks against mine. His body crushes me into the wall and the hard thrust of something pokes my belly through his jeans. I should be terrified but I’m not. Instead, lust blooms through me, my body softening with arousal.

My lips part.

“Arabella.”

Miles calling my name breaks the spell, and I turn my head. Scurrying through the tables, I join him where he’s sitting alone at our usual table.

He frowns as I sit down opposite him. “What’s going on?”

“He cornered me in the cemetery last night and kissed me,” I mumble, ducking my head down.

Miles leans across the table. “Eli kissed you?”

I nod, keeping my attention down. Every atom of my being is aware that my stepbrother is still staring at me.

“He must have set you up.” The muscles in his jaw twitch, and he shifts his focus from my face to Eli. “I should never have left you alone at the party.”

“Where did you go?” I can’t keep the hint of betrayal out of my tone.

Miles’ cheeks turn pink. “I felt faint and went outside to sit down. You were gone when I got back.”

Eli is still staring like a creeper when I lift my head, and Kellan is grinning from ear to ear.

“It did get hot in there. That’s why I went for a walk. If I hadn’t gone into the woods, I wouldn’t have bumped into him.”

Miles reaches across the table and takes my hand. He threads his fingers through mine. “If he’d planned it, he would have found you no matter where you went.”

It makes sense. If it had been Eli’s plan all along to get me alone, it would have happened regardless. My anger from yesterday stirs back to life. Instead of crushing it down as I’ve always done, I leave it, letting it fill my veins.

“Let me grab you some food,” Miles squeezes my hand gently, oblivious to my emotions. “Toast with butter and coffee. White, no sugar, right?”

The fact that we know each other so well now makes me smile.

“Thanks.” I tug on his hand when he rises to leave. “Kiss me.”

Understanding ripples over his expression. One hand resting on the surface of the table, he leans over it as I half rise to meet him. His lips press against mine, but there’s no passion behind it. The whole thing is over as quickly as it started. I drop back into my seat as he walks away, trying to ignore the pang of disappointment.

Miles would be the perfect boyfriend if he wasn’t gay, and we were actually attracted to each other. It’s kind of ironic that we make a flawless fake couple.

Eli has ruined me with one single kiss. Maybe that was what he had planned all along in the cemetery.

I’m not brave enough to check to see what he made of the show. But I don’t need to turn to know he’s still there because my awareness of him leaves tingles over my skin.

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