Page 72 of Pick Me

She waved, sinking back into the couch and doing a great job of ignoring every compliment I threw her way.

“It’s fine. I’m used to being a loner at this point. The best part about having no friends is that you can’t disappoint anyone and no one can disappoint you.”

What an extremely sad statement from a girl who was the sole focus of every room she walked into.

“What about friends from back home? Got any of those?”

She shook her head, dropping the book onto the cushion. “Nope. I, uh, seem to have a habit of becoming the pariah of school.”

“Is this the incident you and Tanner always talk about?”

“It’s not really an incident. I was arrested.”

“You were arrested?” That statement surprised me but didn’t at the same time.

“Yeah. No one wants to be friends with the girl who’s being investigated.”

I raised my hand. “I volunteer as tribute. Fucking badass.”

She gave me a small smile as I took her in. If I didn’t want to fuck her into oblivion before, I certainly wanted to now.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what happened.”

“What’d you do? Cut a dude’s dick off?” I mulled it over. “Nah. If you’d have done that, there’s no way Tanner would be so overprotective.”

She flittered her hand in my direction. “It was a misunderstanding with one of the guys in my class.”

“I have a lot of misunderstandings with people. None of them lead to an arrest. Shit, I wish they did, though. What does the inside of a cell look like?”

“Cold, damp, and lonely.”

Ugh. Images of Thea gripping onto the cell bars while I fucked her from behind came to mind, and I had to stop myself from grabbing my dick in front of her. She was so unintentionally hot, it was frustrating.

“How long were you locked up?”

“Just a day.”

A day.I could think of a hell of a lot of things to do in that cell for a day if I was given the opportunity to join her.

“Come on. Tell me. What’d you do?”

She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and shook her head. “I really don’t want to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll look at me differently.”

“Is that your way of telling me you want me to keep looking at you like this?” I took the chance and unabashedly checked her out again. What I wouldn’t give to be that couch right now.

She rolled her eyes, the first time acknowledging any of my questions. At least that confirmed it wasn’t in my head.

“Maybe if you tell me, I’ll stop thinking about what your pussy might taste like.”

“Jackson!”

“Thea!”

“You can’t say that.”

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