Page 23 of Corrupt Me

Yep. I’m going to hell.

But I’d take Tristan with me.

Fury and guilt burst inside me as I bristled. “Get the fuck out of my room before I scream,” I ordered, knocking his hand away from dipping any lower.

His lips twisted into a smug smile. “Oh, I can most definitely make you scream, Ever.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling the covers closer around me. “Get over yourself. You’ll never have me. Not like your brother did.” He didn’t need to know Preston and I never did the nasty.

His eyes flared, confusing me more.

Less than twelve hours ago, he’d been kissing another girl. And now he stared at my lips as if he was starved. WTF. He made my head spin.

Scooting away from him on the bed, I grabbed the wrinkled sheets that pooled around me. “I don’t understand you.”

“It’s better if you don’t try,” he said sarcastically.

“None of this makes sense to me.”

For a second, something like regret flashed in his eyes, or maybe I imagined it, wanting it to be there. “Don’t go looking for answers,” he warned, all traces of warmth gone from his features.

“Why?” I demanded, tired of being brushed off by him.

We stared at each other in the dark with only a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window, a drum of silence stretching between us. “Because you won’t like what you find,” he finally responded.

I shot him an exasperated glare. “You realize that is like an invitation for me to find out.”

His eyes went hard, like chips of sapphire. The problem was that his look didn’t work on me. I’d known Tristan too long to be intimidated by him. “Ever, your job is to focus on school. Not what I’m doing.”

“I can’t do that when we live under the same roof,” I said, pulling my knees up to my chest.

Turning his back to me, he edged to the side of the bed, swinging his feet to the floor. “Too fucking bad. It’s the only way I can keep an eye on you.” A muscle on the side of his jaw tightened.

“I don’t need you to babysit me.” Why did every single one of our conversations end in an argument? It was exhausting. “Whatever. I’ll be gone today.” And then I wouldn’t have to deal with his ass.

He threw a glance over his shoulder, half turning his body on the bed toward me. “Don’t tell me you are quitting school before it begins.”

I snorted. “I would never give you the satisfaction. I’m going to admissions and moving rooms. I can’t stand to be in this house with you for another day.”

“Your request will be denied,” he replied confidently in a way that prickled my neck in irritation like a spooked cat.

“And why is that?” I snapped back, my leg twitching to kick him.

His weight dipped the mattress to one side. “Because I told Dean Harris not to.”

My eyes narrowed. If I’d been a cartoon character, lasers would have shot from my eyes, searing into Tristan’s muscular back. “Why the fuck would you do that?” I hissed.

Leaning to one side, he retrieved his phone from the pocket of his sweat shorts, and I assumed he was going to show me something. Wrong. Before I realized what he was doing, Tristan grabbed my ankles through the sheets and yanked so I fell flaton the bed. I gave a small shriek of surprise, which was cut off immediately when his body pressed into mine. Tristan’s face loomed over me. I made the dumb mistake of wiggling, trying to shove the lug off me, but all that did was let me feel how fucking hard his body was...including other impressive parts of him.

I hated that I was exhilarated by the idea of Tristan being turned on. Of course, the asshole ruined the fleeting thought.

Pinning me with his body, he angled his head close to my cheek and snapped a picture of us together in my bed as I attempted to shove at his chest. The moment I realized what he had done, I froze. A wave of déjà vu washed over me.

My palms slammed against his chest. “What the fuck, Tristan. Are you shitting me?”

He seemed completely unfazed. Did the man have no conscience? “Should I send this to Preston? How do you think my little brother would feel about us sharing a room in college? Or what about my parents?”

I lunged for the phone in his hand, but the asshole was quick, jerking it out of my reach. I should bite his lip ring and rip it out. The only thing stopping me was having my mouth that close to his might backfire on me. I could end up kissing him.

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