Page 98 of Only With You

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“So,what made you feel your best?” Reid asks.

There’s nothing to think about, but still, I let the silence simmer.

I process the entire night. I think back to every passing second, and how she evoked not only snowy white and electric sapphire, but a vibrant gold and an explosive red.

Those last two colours are new. I’ve never seen them, at least not until she moaned, because when she did, it was an invigorating experience. An array of colours that went wild.

They’re breathtaking, like her smiles.

There’s something about it, and to say it’s mesmerising feels too generic.

It’s…idyllic. Yeah, idyllic is fitting.

I’m also doing a disservice saying the colours are gold and red, because they’re more than that. They’re a hypnotising aurora borealis of vivacious aurous and intense impetuous cherry red.

That’s the best way to describe the surreal colours that glistened and swirled.

“Talking to her made me feel my best.”

And what happened in her room has nothing to do with the way she made me feel.

A pleased smile curls on his lips. “Does thisherhave a name?”

“Julianna Sparks.”

I rake my fingers through my wet hair while I check the time on my phone.

I just got out of basketball practice and should be heading to Julianna’s for tutoring, but I needed to make a quick stop by the football stadium.

There’s no reason why I should be here. What I’m doing is irrational and irritating.

Irrational, because the smartest thing to do with this jumper is throwing it in the bin, but I can’t bring myself to do that. And that’s why I’m irritated, because I’m here to return it.

It’s childish, even for me, but there’s this…bittertaste in my mouth I can’t seem to get rid of. It lingered until it slithered its way down to my chest where it lodged itself between my heart and rib cage.

The feeling is foreign and so unnatural, no matter what I do, I can’t shake it off, and it’s all because of this stupid jumper. I don’t understand what’s so special about it. I would know. I’m wearing one like it, but for basketball.

I’m brought out of my conflicting thoughts when I hear the reason why I’m here.

“Landon?” Finnick Kaminski stares at me, bewildered, but he smiles nonetheless. “What are you?—”

I push off his 4Runner and toss him the reason for my headache. “This is yours.”

He catches it with ease and stares, puzzled. “What are you doing with this? I thought I gave this to?—”

“Julianna, yes. She doesn’t need it anymore. It’s washed.”

I’d be damned if I returned it back with her scent.

Realisation settles on his face, as does a smug smile. “It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

And wehatedeach other, but I finger-fucked her and ate her out. My dick and hand have also gotten acquainted with each other two days after that night, and since I’ve found out she followed me back on Instagram. But that’s beside the point.

“Don’t care.” I walk away, hoping the deep-rooted feeling will disintegrate, but now it dug a tiny hole in my heart.

When the door opens, a fuming Julianna stands on the other side, staring up at me like she’s going to murder me.

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