Page 61 of You Were Never Not Mine

“For what?” I fully expect her to say the earth-shattering orgasm.

“For walking me to my room. And for the hoodie. I would’ve been frozen if I wasn’t wearing it.” She smiles. “Now you don’t have to freeze on your walk back to the house.”

“Right.” I tug the hoodie on, hating how it smells like her. Fifteen minutes and she’s branded my clothes like she owns them.

“It looks good on you.” Her eyes are lit with interest and my entire body responds, which is a mistake. Been there, done that twice. Don’t need to ever do it again. “Funny how it’s so huge when I wear it but on you, it fits perfectly. You’re a lot taller than me, you know.”

I do know. She’s stating the obvious.

“You didn’t have to walk me back here. I could’ve done it on my own.”

“And have Tim chase you down? I don’t think so. Besides, if he’d done that, I would’ve ended him and I don’t need someone’s murder on my hands tonight.”

“What, like you’ve murdered someone before?” She sounds amused.

I glare at her. “Of course not.”

“You really would’ve done bodily harm to Tim?” Her brows shoot up.

“If he’d chased after you, yes,” I bite out, hating how easy it is to be honest with her.

“That’s so…sweet.”

I bark out a laugh. “Don’t get confused, Sin. I’m not a sweet person. I don’t even fucking like you.”

“Yet you’d defend me against Tim.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

“Liar.”

The word hangs in the air between us, like it’s a living, breathing thing, and I hate it. Hate how she’s watching me with that gleam in her gaze and the word somehow grows in between us, reminding me how much I hate liars and somehow, every damn time, I end up feeling like one when I’m with her.

“I’m leaving.” I turn and head for the door, my steps determined, my mind awhirl with all of the stupid mistakes I made that led me to be here. Alone in Sin’s dorm room. What the hell was I thinking? She’s a baby. A little girl who’s in over her head with me and now believes we’re matched?

Please.

“You don’t want a goodbye kiss?” she calls.

I spin around to face her, enraged. “Are youmockingme?”

“I don’t know, August.” She pauses, her eyes glowing. Why the hell is she extra beautiful right now anyway? She’s a fucking mess, thanks to what we did in my room not even thirty minutes ago, and I swear I can still smell the scent of my cum on her skin, which has me in a feral state of mind. “Am I?”

If she wasn’t mocking me before, she definitely is now. This girl—this supposed little innocent virgin who has more tricks up her sleeve than the most wizened whore currently working the streets—will be the fucking end of me.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

SINCLAIR

August is halfway right. I’m mocking him but only because he pushed me. Taunting him because I find him irresistible when he’s angry. More than anything, I’m trying to see how far I can go before he gives in. Because that’s what I want—for him to give in to me. I want to witness him lose control on my turf and I want to see what might happen next between us. And while I meant what I said about us needing to stay away from each other because what we do together freaks me out a little, I can’t resist one more try at getting to him. He’s fun to provoke and for whatever reason, I seem to do it well.

“You’re a menace,” he murmurs, his gaze skimming over me from head to toe, heating up my already fiery skin as if he’s actually touching me.

“I think that’s the word I’d use to describe you.” I turn my back to him, making sure my voice is extra cheery. “Time for bed.”

Without warning I whip the sweatshirt off, tossing it on the floor before I pull back my covers and climb into my narrow little twin bed. I glance over at him to find he’s still standingthere, his fingers flexing at his sides, his gaze locked on my chest, which is completely exposed since I haven’t pulled my comforter up yet.

“Is that how you normally sleep?” he asks between clenched teeth.

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