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Anger flares inside me, fists clenching at my side. “I didn’t do it on purpose. Some of us have to do well at their classes because we aren’t guaranteed a career in sport.”
Jayden’s gaze never wavers from me. “So, you can do that in your own time. Maybe try having a schedule and you won’t miss things,”
“Fuck off. This was a one-time thing, I just lost track of time.” I pause, forcing deep breaths. “And for the record, I do have a schedule, I’m just not acontrol freakwho needs to every detail of my life planned out,”
Am I resorting to name-calling like a four-year-old? Yes, but I honestly couldn't care less.
Jayden’s body goes rigid, fury blazing in his eyes. He closes in on me, leaving little space between us. I step back, trying to remove myself from his orbit.
I wince, slamming into my wooden door. Jayden lowers his head slightly, my eyes flicking between his clenched jaw, flaring nostrils, and eyebrows scrunched.
Fuck my life. I hate noticing these stupid things, especially when Jayden’s body heat is radiating onto me.
“You’re being reckless and it could jeopardise the team. Either commit or don’t,”
I scoff at his comment. Reckless Willow. Apparently, that’s who I am to Jayden Allen.
Yet, the longer he remains this close, the more I think he is as reckless as me. Jayden doesn’t step back, either he likes the challenge or has succumb to the sparks around us.
Over the years, I’ve found there is a fine line between hate and lust, despite me trying to avoid it at all costs. The air around us changes, coming to life and I’m unable to stop my eyes from flicking to his lips.
Look away right this instance, Willow.
Our laboured breaths combine, the warmth brushing against me. The anger coursing through my veins fades into something else entirely. The one emotion that has always scared me when Jayden is involved: lust.
I don't realise our lips are about to touch, until a clash from the bottom of the stairs causes me to jump.
I jerk out of Jayden’s hold, pushing his chest to force him back, while I retreat further against the door.
His pupils are dilated, desire overtaking him and the longer I stand frozen in time, the more fear strangles me–like a noose has appeared around my throat and I’m no longer able to speak.
My mouth opens, jaw dropping. Why the fuck did I nearly kiss him?
Not wasting another second, I twist the handle and slip into my room. I slam the door in Jayden’s face and try to calm myracing heart. Bringing my hands to my face, I cover my heated cheeks and muffle my screams.
Fuck.
Chapter 12
Jayden Allen
Iwant to fuck Willow Rogers.
The thought has been in the front of my mind blaring like a siren, since we were on the verge of kissing two days ago. Then, she slammed the door in my face and I retreated to my room.
I needed a cold fucking shower, yet that didn’t help. No guilt ran through me as I palmed my dick to the thought of Willow on her knees for me.
Afterwards, I sat in the middle of my double bed, staring at the wall ahead of me. Did the argument need to be that serious? No, but I couldn't help it. I hate when people make commitments and break them. Actually, it's more along the lines of me hating that I can't make people prioritise hockey over everything else.
We haven’t spoken since, which doesn’t surprise me because I know enough about Willow to understand she hates vulnerability. However, I’m determined to catch her today.
We have our shared class, so we will be forced to have a conversation. The tension between us has lingered for years and upon reflection, I believe it’s best if we fuck it out of our systems.
Plus, there is no way we could ever feel anything other than hatred or physical attraction, so I’m not worried about anything else manifesting.
If only I could get Willow to talk to me.
I arrive at campus with plenty of time to spare, aligning perfectly with my plan to ambush her. Step one: Bribe her with caffeine so she will talk to me. Strong Beans is a short walk from the car park, with a footpath running to the entrance of the cafe.
