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How the hell am I supposed to escape from here?
CHAPTER 25
WILY
“Satch?” I call her name again, leaving all our stuff on the table in order to find her.
Why the hell did she take off?
Did I do something wrong?
I thought she wanted me to kiss her, but maybe she didn’t.
Although, she did kiss me back. I mean, for a second there, I thought she was into it—until she suddenly freaked out and took off.
I don’t know what the hell’s going on, but I know that I can’t walk away. Like hell I’m leaving things this way.
“Satch?” I keep my voice low as I head down the first aisle of books, then pause to see if I can hear her.
I think there’s a quiet shuffling to my right, so I turn that way and soon find her cowering in the corner.
What the shit?
Her back is pressed against the wall, her cheeks pale, her eyes huge.
“Satch,” I whisper, raising my hands. “It’s okay.”
“I…” She swallows and grimaces, her pained frown making my chest tight.
“I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I know.” She nods, looking at the ceiling and crossing her arms. The move squishes her boobs together, and it’s hard not to notice.
I force my eyes away from the luscious sight and run a hand through my hair. “Look, I’m… I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to kiss me, and so I made a move and?—”
“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” She rushes out the words. “We should just pack up and go. I’m gonna?—”
“Satch.” I step to my left, stopping her from bolting away from me again. “I want to talk about it. I think we should. I don’t want there being some kind of crazy weirdness between us.”
She winces, shuffling just a little more to her left.
I move with her, then lean my arm against the wall behind her and gaze down with what I hope is an expectant look. I’m not trying to pressure or intimidate her, but she can’t just leave like this.
She stares up at me with her big, vulnerable eyes, and I give her a soft smile, brushing her hair back from her face and whispering, “It’s okay.”
She eyes me for a second more, then lets out a shuddering breath and rasps, “I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I don’t know what I’m doing.” She huffs. “You’ve kissed me twice in the last week, and it’s freaking me out because I don’t understand why you would even want to.”
What? Why would she say that?
“And it’s even worse because now I’m worried that maybe I kind of like you, and not just because of thekisses, but because tutoring you has been the best time ever. And is that lame? That’s totally lame, right? Because who lives for a tutoring session?” Her voice pitches, but she rushes on before I can stop her. “But I mean, it’s like a compliment, too, because it’s onlyyourtutoring sessions that I live for, so it’s not completely lame and… and…” She winces. “And now I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.” She blurts the end of her explanation in a squeaking voice that is just plain adorable.
Well, shit. She freaked out because she thought she didn’t know what she was doing. I can’t wait to tell her she’s got nothing to worry about. And I also can’t wait to tell her that kissing her was a no-brainer.
You get how luscious your lips are, right?
Yep, I’m totally gonna use that line.
But I don’t get a chance before she’s talking again.
