Page 37 of That's Too Pucking Bad

“Leave me alone, Zane,” she says, voice cold as ice.

I grin. “Don’t think I can.”

She glares at me, like she’s annoyed, but I see the way her lips press together, like she’s trying not to let them quirk up. She’s pissed, sure, but I know she likes it when I push her.

I watch her. She’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful it drives me insane. Her hair is pulled back in this messy bun, strands falling loose, and she’s wearing these glasses that make her look like she’s ready to scold me for being a distraction. It’s sexy as hell. And her lips… those lips. I want to kiss them, bite them, make her moan.

“What do you want?” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. “You.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Of course.”

I just stare at her, soaking her in. She’s the kind of girl that makes you want things you didn’t even know you wanted.Truthfully, I just need her underneath me, her nails dragging down my back, her body arching into mine, crying out my name.

“You’re staring,” she says, her voice softer now, like she’s losing her edge. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, and I can tell she’s feeling it too. The pull between us. It’s always there.

“Yeah, I am,” I admit, not bothering to hide it. “Because you’re fucking gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away, pretending to focus on her book again. But she’s not fooling anyone.

“You should go,” she says, but there’s no bite in her voice. Just uncertainty.

“I don’t want to.”

She meets my eyes again, and for a second, I see something flicker there. Something that tells me she wants this as much as I do. But then she shuts it down, shaking her head.

“This… whatever this is, Zane, it can’t happen,” she whispers.

“Why not?”

“Because…” She hesitates, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her book. “I have a boyfriend.”

I laugh, a harsh sound that makes her flinch. “You mean that prick, Colin?”

She scowls at me. “How do you know his name?”

“I know everythinglittle slut.”

“Don’t call me that,” she hisses, a flash of hurt in her eyes.

“You’re sexy when you’re annoyed. Anyway, I’m not here to discuss your boring nerd.”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Whatever. Like I told you that night, I don’t care about him.”

“Like I toldyouthat night, you should.”

“He’s not here, but I am.” I lean closer, my voice low. “And we both know you want this.”

She bites her lip, and I can see her mind racing. She’s fighting herself. Fighting this. But I know I’m right. I can see it in the way her body reacts to me, the way her breath hitches when I’m close.

“I’m serious, Zane,” she says, her voice shaking a little. “This isn’t… we can’t.”

I reach across the table, my fingers brushing against hers. She doesn’t pull away. “We already did.”

She closes her eyes like she’s trying to block it out, but she can’t. I know she’s thinking about the last time. How good it was. How fuckingrightit felt.

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