Page 23 of The Chemistry of Us

I wouldn’t survive this, and I hated her more for it.

I hatedher.

She hatedme.

I had no clue what was happening.

Maybe it was just our bodies talking since we could not do it on our own. Words were useless when you were dead inside over someone who broke your heart, but your body remembered.

It remembered everything.

Muscle memory be damned.

“Bet…” She smiled. “You walk away with the biggest set of blue balls from just kissing me.”

“Bet.” I smirked. “You walk away so wet, you use your fingers in order to get the job done, but sadly fail because it isn’t my dick getting you off.”

“Bet,” we said in unison.

I pulled away first, and I couldn’t help but notice how swollen her lips were from my assault. She noticed, looking away, then wiped her lips with the back of her arm.

“You can’t wipe away our past, Tru.”

Backing away, I simply added…

“Trust me, I’ve been trying to for years.”

CHAPTER 9

TRU

Then: A week later

He was sostupid handsome I wanted to slap him, but what made it worse was he could talk circles around anyone and charm anything with a pulse. He genuinely knew it was a gift from the universe.

I didn’t want to give in.

I refused.

However, something about him was so magnetic, so powerful, so consuming that I almost couldn’t help but be curious, and I knew what curiosity did. I kept my cards close to my chest because of my past, and I didn’t want to unfold all of that for some preppy Hamptons rich kid just because he seemed smart and was gorgeous.

“Hey.” Van sat down next to me in the sand.

“What do you want?”

“Are you always this moody, or do I just bring out the best in you?”

“Are you always a smart-ass, or do I bring out the worst in you?”

“Who says it’s the worst?”

“I believe I just did.”

“You know, I really enjoy our witty banter.”

“Interesting, considering I hate it.”

“Liar.”

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