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I assess the conflicting reactions she gives me. “You know, I don’t think you hate hockey players as much as you say you do.”
She raises a brow, cheeks pink with heat. “And why’s that?”
I still haven’t touched her, and it’s beginning to feel impossible to keep my hands off her. She only has to appear in front of me for my fingertips to inevitably find her skin. What puzzles me is that she’s always accepting my touch, and leaning into it as if she wants this as bad as I do, but she does everything not to come to me, not to let herself touch me like she did that night in her dorm. I allow my hand to hover over the material by her thigh. “Because I have a feeling if I slipped my hand under this tiny dress, I’d find you wet. For me.”
“What makes you think your hand will get the privilege of going there?” Her voice shakes, the confident words not acting as the facade she hoped.
“The last time I touched you, you begged me not to stop. I’d say I have a pretty solid chance.”
“That was you? Huh, I totally forgot about that.”
Yeah, right. There's no way she forgot. I’ve been going mad thinking about how she moaned my name.
“Is that right? So, I wouldn't find anything that says otherwise?” Everything in me needs an agreeable answer. I’m not sure how much clearer I can be about wanting her.
“You’d find me dryer than this conversation.”
My knuckles beg me to skim the soft skin of her thigh, but I only allow myself to hover over the warm center that’s calling my name. Despite her nonchalance, I know what I would find. I’vetastedwhat I would find, and there is no denying that she’s attracted to me, no matter how she spins it.
The pounding of the pulse point on her neck becomes prominent as a shiver dances along her skin. “Cold?” I tease.
Blazing eyes pierce mine, but no words leave her mouth.
“Ask me to touch you, Summer.”
I hope to God the next thing that pushes past those beautiful lips is a moan, and not an insult. Though it turns out anything this girl says turns me on.
“T—”
An annoying screech breaks through the lavender haze, and Summer instinctively pushes me away. Kian finds us standing there like culprits in a major crime. “What are you two doing out here?” He shakes his head when he doesn’t get an answer. “Second and third place get a prize too. Come on, we’re waiting for you.”
“I wouldn’t step foot on that stage again even if they were giving away college degrees,” snaps Summer. “Besides, my Uber’s here.”
“You’re leaving? We came together. I would have taken you.”
“You also tricked me into playing that stupid game. Forgive me if I’m not your biggest fan right now.”
“Sunny,” he says, defeated.
“Keep thatI owe youready, Ishida. You’re going to be working overtime to make it up to me.”
Kian runs a frustrated hand through his hair and looks at me for assistance. I shrug. I’m annoyed that he interrupted us, so watching him struggle is pure entertainment.
“Let me at least take you home,” he tries again.
She rips her focus away from her phone. “It’s in your best interest not to be alone in a car with me right now.”
Not being the subject of Summer’s rage for once is a welcome change. A white Tesla lights up the road.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Kian says. “But even you know this was my only shot at a date with her.”
The gravel crunches under her heels when she pivots. “I never said I didn’t get it, Kian, and I’m happy you won. But you could have just told me the truth.”
“You wouldn’t have come.”
“And I wouldn’t have wanted to strangle you either. You decide what’s worse.” She ducks into the Uber, leaving us in the dark alley.
Kian runs a frustrated hand over his face. “How forgiving is she?”
