Page 56 of His Pretty Little Lies
“Who gives a fuck?” He cocks his head to the side. “You don’t have to care.”
“I don’t have to care,” I repeat.
He’s right. I don’t.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
JAX
“Come here.” I pull Kinsley in front of the door.
I should maybe try to patch things up with her parents instead of taking a hammer to the relationship, but fuck 'em. If they didn’t want someone to come and snatch her up, they should have taken better care of her. I’ll make no apologies when it comes to that. It might be fucked, but I’ll do and say what I need to so that Kinsley stays mine.
“What are you doing?” She glances up and down the hallway.
“I’m talking to my girl.” I see a few people pass by us. I lean down and press my mouth to hers as I slide my hand around her.
“This is the office.”
“I know. You have to trust me, Bunny. If I move you somewhere, it’s for a reason.”
“All right.” She smiles up at me as I get the lock to click open. I push the door open; at the same time, I spin her around and hurry her in, letting the door fall closed behind us. “You did that while kissing me?”
“There are cameras in the hallway. People would take notice if I were openly popping the lock.”
“You really have to teach me how to do these things.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” She lets out an adorable huff.
“If I gave you all my secrets, then what would you need me for?”
“There are other things I can think of.” She licks her lips, her eyes dropping to my mouth.
“Bunny. There is a couch behind you, and you’re too much of a temptation. Have mercy on me so we don’t get busted.” A sexy smile spreads across her face as she runs her fingers down my chest.
“Fine.” The little minx swipes her tongue across her bottom lip. I make a grab for her, and she jumps. I let her dodge it, for now. She giggles, rushing behind the desk. I’ll take the laughter. It’s better than the expression she had on her face when we entered the hospital. “You let me get away, didn’t you?” Kinsley opens the top drawer of her mother's desk.
“I didn’t let you get away. I let you have some space.” I round the desk and see a stack of notebooks inside. Kinsley has piles of her own. There is already a small stack of them back in our room. Fuck. Our room. That sounds good. It has me reaching for her. I tug her into me.
“You saying I couldn’t get away?” I could give her the illusion of thinking she could escape me if she wanted. The reality is, no, she can’t get away from me. I have never claimed to be the hero or white knight. I have my own dark urges.
“You want to get away from me, Bunny?” Even as I ask her the question, her body is melting into mine, giving me the answer.
“No, and it’s kind of scary how much I want to stay.”
“I’m not going to push you away. I get annoyed when we don’t have the same classes.” If I thought finally having Kinsley in my grasp would help my obsessive thoughts about her, I was dead wrong. If anything, it made them worse.
“I want to believe that.”
“I know you do, Bunny.” I lean down and kiss her. It’s her parents who put those thoughts into her head that she’s not good enough. Did they say that to her? No, but their actions have said it all. Their absence has made her feel as though she wasn’t important enough to get their attention. Her lips part, and I sweep my tongue inside, stealing a taste, but is it really stealing if she’s mine?
“Shit,” I mutter, lifting my head as the door opens. My girl is too distracting, but fuck it. We can deal with her parents, or at least one of them, right now. Get that shit out of the way.
“What?” Kinsley looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Damn, I love that I put her off-kilter enough to not hear the door open. I barely heard the handle jiggle myself.
“Kinsley,” her mom, Laurie, snaps in surprise. Kinsley jerks back, but I don’t let her get far. I keep a possessive hand on her hip.
