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The way she’s riled up is adorable, and the jeans she’s wearing screamfuck me, Colson. I try my best to erase that thought as quickly as it enters my brain.
“I don’t know what makes you think you have the right to dictate who I talk to but I can tell you one thing,” she snaps. “You can’t decide who I fuck.”
My jaw nearly drops, I’ve never heard her talk about fucking someone and I’m not sure what to make of it.
“What’s wrong?” She asks. “Don’t tell me you thoughtbabyBane was a virgin?”
Heat creeps up my spine and into my neck. I don’t want to hear about who she’s been with before. I might lose my shit.
“That’s enough,” I growl. “I don’t want to hear about it.”
She pouts, “But why not? You seem so fucking interested in being in my business I thought you’d want to knoweverything.”
She doesn’t take her eyes off me, and I do my best to swallow down the burning desire to take her lips to mine and show hereverything.
Doing what I do best, I remind myself who she is.
Lincoln Bane. My best friend’s little sister. The biggest pain in my ass, the absolute bane of my existence.
“Lincoln, shut up. I’m your brother’s best friend. It’s my job to take you home when I see you doing something you’re gonna regret. You can thank me later.”
She turns those beautiful eyes back in my direction like daggers, “Over my dead body.”
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Colson
“Where are we going?” She asks as we pass her street, and continue down the four lane.
“My house,” I state. “You want me to take you home to your parents drunk? Or do you want to let them think you’re at Stassie’s and let me take you home tomorrow?”
She knows I have a valid point, and she is more than a little bit wasted. We pull into my driveway and she hesitates to get out of my car.
“Why are you doing this?” She asks. “One second you are a pain in my ass dragging me out of a party and the next you are taking me to your house so I don’t get in trouble.”
I keep my voice low, and almost mumble. “I think you know why.”
She nearly slurs, “If I knew I wouldn’t ask, Colson.”
Finally I’ve had enough, “You are driving me crazy,Lincoln. Like actually fucking insane. I can’t be around you, because I have a hard time controlling myself, and you constantly flirting with me only makes it worse.”
Her lips tilt into the cutest fucking smirk, and it completely proves my point. “See, stop looking at me like that.”
She unbuckles her seat belt and chuckles, “I just think it’s funny. I thought you hated me.”
I shake my head, “I could never hate you. It’s just easier to push you away than to fight this feeling I have that I know is wrong.”
Leaning over the center console she runs her finger down my jawline, “You liked my dress?”
I look at her jean covered legs, and wonder just how drunk she is. “What dress, Linc? You have jeans on.”
She shakes her head, “No, not these. My winter formal dress. From sophomore year.”
I think back to that day and smile. “I loved that dress.”
Lincoln looked absolutely stunning that day. A black dress that fit her body like a glove with a slit up to her hip. Her dark hair was curled down her back, and I was so fucking jealous. I had a date, I had Reiss, I had everythingbutLincoln. She went with some junior on the baseball team and I wanted to rip his hand from her back. For the first time ever, I was scared of how I felt.
The way she is looking at me now through hooded eyelids makes my heart pound against my ribs and the tension that has pulled between us is ready to snap like a rubber band. I want to kiss her.
