Page 54 of Only With You

“Oh, fuck you.” He flips him off. “In my dreams, she’s…”

He carries on about what he’d like to do to her and my irritation grows into something more. I grab my stuff and go to walk out, but stop in front of Quinton’s locker. He’s still too busy running his mouth about something else now, but he’s pissed me off nonetheless. I swipe his car keys and toss them in the garbage bin.

“You know TJ did that last year, but he didn’t throw them away,” Jagger says from behind me before he falls into step next to me.

TJ overheard Quinton talking about Lola last year and threw his keys into the arena. He never did find them and ended up having to replace them. Unfortunately for Quinton, he’ll have to replace them again.

“I don’t do anything half arsed.”

“Fair enough.” He flashes me a crooked grin. “Are you going over there now?”

“Unfortunately.”

“You know, she’s not that bad.”

I almost falter in my step, but I keep walking. First, my girl best friends, now Jagger. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“What are you doing here?” Julianna asks, confused, but allows me to come inside. “You’re not supposed to be here for another two hours.”

Snowy white and electric sapphire swirl in my head.

She’s not slapping me across the face, so she didn’t read the paper. Good…

“Didn’t feel like driving back and forth,” I explain as I shut the door behind me and slip off my shoes. I don’t take another step into the living room, because she’s staring at me with an unreadable expression. “What?”

She stands by the kitchen, crossing one lean leg over the other. Pursing her lips, her gaze gravitates to something on the counter and then to me.

“I’m going to make dinner. Would you like some?”

That momentarily stuns me, but I push through the shock and narrow my eyes at her. “They’ll know you’re the last person I was with.”

She squints her eyes like she’s confused. “What do—” And then the realisation settles on her face. “If I wanted to kill you, this isn’t the way I would go about it. As exciting as the idea sounds, I really need you, so there will be no killing…today.”

I drag my teeth along my bottom lip to hold back the smile tempting to make itself present. “Just make sure when you do decide to end my life, it makes it on the ID channel. Jagger has an obsession with it, and it’d make his day.”

Her cheek twitches, but her lips stay flat. “Duly noted. I’ll make sure you get an episode onDisappeared, titled”—her eyes sparkle with glee and she waves her hand in the air like she’s picturing it—“The Devil’s Lost Twin.”

“Funny,” I dryly state.

“I’m very hilarious if I do say so myself.” Julianna pats herself on the back.

“You should really consider shutting up.” I cross the living room and step into the kitchen.

“Mmm, no, that’s never going to happen.”

“You should really consider it. Your silence is a euphoric experience. I pity anyone who won’t get to experience it. Don’t deprive the world of your silence.”

She rolls her lips together, then a sickeningly sweet smile stretches across her face. Her eyes burn with so much vehemence, I can feel it singe my skin.

“Don’t be bitter that you’ve only heard me speak.”

What she sounds like in bed has never crossed my mind. At least, not until yesterday after I wrote down my suggestion. Now, I wonder what kind of sounds leave those plump lips. Breathy? Raspy? Loud? Soft? A combination of everything that I’ve not even named?

What the hell am I thinking?

“There’s nothing to be bitter about.”

She shrugs. “I’m starving. Do you want to eat or not?”

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