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And then she pushes my hood back.

Chapter Nineteen

Sky

Tiny muscles in his face twitch as I take him in. All of him. Every sharp plane draped in his satin skin. Every dark lash that graces his eyes, and the way the bow of his top lip dips in temptation. I even take in the set of his brows, like fury and patience at a constant war.

He’s heartbreakingly gorgeous.

Painstakingly broken.

And overwhelmingly going to ruin me.

I don’t care about getting caught anymore, or what he was doing in my room. I don’t care if he’s dangerous, or bad for me. The only thing I care about is finding out what he tastes like. But he’s staring back at me like I’m hurting him. Even though he’s the one who snuck into my room to see me, the one who picked me up, the one who’s cradling my ass in his grip right now. He’s one big contradiction I can’t figure out, and frustration eats at me because I need him to want me as badly as I want him.

He leans in.

His eyes don’t leave mine, pinning me still, warning me to stop him. But I don’t. I can’t. And finally, our lips touch. He’s tentative at first, as if he’s not sure I want this. But I don’t just want it, I need it. And I feed on the contrast of his anger and velveteen kiss. I part to suck one of his downy lips betweenmine, desperate to taste him, and I’m met with a decadence like euthanasia, like I’m savoring my own demise.

And I never wanted to die so badly.

He tilts his head, giving me more of him, and I’m shrouded in the darkness of his hair. The world burns away as I melt into him, willing him to take more of me. Which he does, pressing his tongue against mine. Languid heat gathers between my thighs. Fire licks through my nervous system. The bats go feral in my stomach.

I run my hands up the back of his neck, sliding my fingers between his hair and pulling him down. I can’t get enough of him. It will never be enough. I tighten my legs around his waist, unable to stop myself from grinding against him. His chest rumbles with a growl that undoes me, and I whimper into his mouth. I’ve never felt this way before—never imagined a kiss could have such depth. I want to fall into the cavern of him and never resurface.

He suddenly pulls away.

“What… What’s wrong?” I breathe as he suddenly turns us back towards the stairs. I pant in his absence, my lips raw as he locks his jaw and looks away.

“It’s probably clear now,” he says, avoiding my gaze.

At first, I don’t know what he’s talking about, and he sets me down on the step. I shiver at the loss of his body heat.

“Stay here, and I’ll check.”

“What—” I start, and then remember the whole reason we are on the roof in the first place.

He turns and finally looks at me. His guarded expression rakes over me as I wrap my arms around myself, goosebumps prickling my skin. But that’s the least of my concerns, given the whiplash I’m suffering. Did I push him too hard? Did he kiss me and realize I’m not what he wants?

He scowls and groans at the sight of me, and I shrink in on myself.

“Take this,” he says, and starts shrugging off his jacket.

“I’m fine,” I snap. I don’t want his damn jacket.

“Just fucking take it.” He drapes it around my shoulders, anyway. “I’ll be right back.”

He slips inside Lamb Hall, leaving me out in the cold.

Chapter Twenty

Sky

Cade doesn’t exist. Not because I’m jilted, but because he actually doesn’t seem to exist. It’s been a week since he guided me back to my room without a word, and I haven’t seen him since. Not in class, not in the halls, and not on the quad. It’s as if he was an apparition I hallucinated.

I look over at the empty spot beside me as Mr. Rykes points at something on the chalkboard, my brows drawing together.

I haven’t had the gall to ask Ruby if she’s seen him, not after I lied to her about knowing him. I have been sitting with her, Callie, and Lana at lunch every day, but I don’t think I’ve strengthened any bonds, seeing as how all I do is stare at the door and wait for Cade to appear.

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