Page 7 of For Three Seconds

“Listen, little fucker. You have until midnight to get some girl’s panties. If not, then your ass can start forgetting about—”

I didn’t let him finish. I opened the door to the bathroom. This guy pissed me off, and he was a fucking douchebag.

No one knew me. Here, I wasn’t another head case. Here, I was just some other girl at a party. Not an orphan or a cheater or a liar or a shitty friend. I was a nobody.

I held my black lace panties from my index finger.

“Here you go, Isaac.”

Sure, my voice didn’t have to drop to a sultry timber, but I was mad at this guy for the simple fact that he was an asshole.

Isaac looked at me like he didn’t believe I had just done what I did, but with shaky hands, he took my panties. I turned around to glare at Jeff, but the air left my lungs when I saw who was next to him.

This. Was. Not. Happening.

He was leaning on the wall but rose to his full height. The bored look he had on his gorgeous face turned into a scowl. He looked so different, yet the same. His face was still symmetrical, but there was a harshness that wasn’t there before, and he now had a neatly trimmed beard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He gritted out the words.

Those were the first words Gavin said to me after three years.

Could I blame him? No. Did I deserve them? Maybe.

“You know her? She showed up with Auds.”

I closed my eyes, wondering why Audrey had brought me here, knowing he was here. This was some sort of sick nightmare.

Gavin’s eyes went from mine to the underwear Isaac held in his hands. The poor boy didn’t have the first clue about what was going on, but he was scared. Gavin snatched the underwear so fast from Isaacs’s grasp, and then he grabbed my arm and started dragging me back into the bathroom.

My heart palpitated heavily. His touch—his touch brought it all back. It brought back the butterflies and the tremors. The feeling like I could finally breathe again, except this time it was laced with betrayal.

Gavin slammed the door to the bathroom so hard it made me flinch. It was a miracle he didn’t break it off its hinges.

He breathed heavily like a bull ready to strike, those silver eyes dark and penetrating. I backed away until I hit the sink. I knew I had nowhere to go. Our attraction had always been this way. Powerful enough to consume you.

“Gav—” I started to say, but he cut me off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He repeated the same words.

They tugged at me. They were sharp, and they cut me.

“I go to school here now,” I whispered, but he heard me.

His nostrils flared. Taking a step toward me, he didn’t stop until his hands were on either side of my hips, caging me in by the sink.

His proximity was too much. I didn’t want to blink, or else I would remember the way he’d worshipped my body on prom night, how he’d kept telling me to give him one more.

One more kiss.

One more orgasm.

And he took it all.

“Did you come looking for round two?”

“W-what?”

“I remember everything about that night, Scar. Let me tell you something. Fucking you? It wasn’t that special.”

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