Page 55 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Called it.

I try to take back my wrist, but he doesn’t let go, holding my forearm flat against his chest. He keeps me close like he wants to make sure I’m not going to bolt before he gets an answer.

I level my gaze with his, returning the eye contact to appear confident. “You’re insane if you think I’m answering that.”

“So, you’re allowed to ask nosy questions, but I’m not? Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it, Mattson.”

I want to argue. Only he’s right.

“Let’s try again. Are you going to fuck him, yes or no?”

“No,” I cave.

“So, you don’t like him?”

I decide to fess up so I can get away from him and the heavy tension filling the air. “No, I told you I’d changed my mind about that.”

He can barely hide his grin. “Good.”

He releases my wrist once I’ve satisfied his curiosity.

I frown. “Why is that good?”

Common sense depletes from my body when he stalks toward me, breaching my personal space. I know my self-control is no match for the magnetic pull I feel toward him by the way my legs refuse to obey me.

TJ fills the space between us, only stopping when our breaths merge. “Because I changed my mind, too.”

I can’t move a muscle as he brings his mouth just inches away from mine and blows our “friendship” to pieces with five little words.

“He can’t fucking have you.”

Then he’s crashing his mouth against mine.

I want to fight him on what he said, tell him he doesn’t have any control over who I date, but I end up matching every bit of the desire his kiss holds, opening up for him and letting his tongue slide past my lips.

I have no idea why it feels the way it does, but there’s something about the way he takes my mouth without restraint. It quiets the sirens in my head and turns the good little girl in me into a nasty devil without morals. I’ve kissed him before, so why on earth does this feel so… new?

It becomes clear.

The last time he kissed me, he was trying to help me capture a few guys’ attention. But this kiss?

It’s real.

Gutting.

He’s kissing me because he wants to.

A deep, beastly sound escapes him, and it does something to me. It makes me want to pull every trick at my disposal to hear it again.

The crazy thing is, I managed to convince myself that the chemistry I felt the last time he kissed me was because I’d spent too long deprived of human contact. I thought, surely, my pounding heart couldn’t be because of TJ, but now? I understand it’s him.He’sthe one making me feel this way.

I want to protest when he parts from me suddenly, his dark, hungry eyes raking down my face as he ponders making a move that’ll lead us down a dangerous path.

A glimmer of doubt tears across his eyes, but it vanishes the next second, overcome by animal instincts and the heat of themoment. His mouth rains down on mine again, but this time, his hands fly to my waist, clutching my body firmly.

“You look so fucking good in that little sundress, rich girl.” His hand drops to the hem of the dress, and he fists the fabric, gripping it so tightly I have no doubt he could rip it apart if he tried.

I grin. “You like that? You should see what’s underneath it.”

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