Page 24 of Flipping the Script

“I didn’t?”

“No!”

“Oh. Okay. Whatever you say, Sebastian.” I lay limp on the ground, making a big show about not putting up any resistance. “You win.”

He let go of my arms and sat up, a sneer twisting his features.

Using his distraction to my advantage, I shoved him off me and dove on top of him, reversing our roles.

“Asshole!”

“Maybe.” I slammed his wrists into the ground for good measure. “But it looks like I won.”

I expected him to try and get out from under me or call me a bunch of names.

I never expected him to lean up and press his lips to mine.

I froze.

Sebastian was kissing me.

What the ever-loving fuck?

Was this another tactic to make me give up?

I was about to pull away, to admit defeat and take the L, when his tongue brushed against my bottom lip.

Sparks detonated on my skin, sharp and electric. He did it again, harder and with more confidence.

Every particle of my being zeroed in on Sebastian as my brain blinked off and I kissed him back.

Our kiss was rough and demanding, more of a battle of teeth and tongues than an actual kiss.

The groan I let out was loud and embarrassing, but I was too far gone to care.

Adrenaline from our fight mixed with the exertion from rolling around to create a hunger I’d never felt before.

I didn’t just want him; I needed him.

No!

I tore my lips from his.

No. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t what we did.

We argued and sniped and annoyed the shit out of each other, but we didn’t put hands on each other or kiss.

Sebastian was staring up at me in shock, his hazel eyes wide and a bit scared.

The urge to run hit hard, and instead of fighting it, I scrambled off him and did a weird sort of backward crab walk to put some distance between us before falling on my ass in exhaustion.

He sat up slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

We stayed like that for a good minute, covered in dirt and bits of the forest as we stared at each other, our breathing harsh as we recovered.

“This never happened,” I said when I could finally speak, fumbling over the words slightly.

He watched as I got to my feet, swaying slightly from the fight and the shock that I’d kissed Sebastian Lake. The guy I’d hated since we were eight.

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