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know whose name is lighting up his screen.

“Corbin—”

“Don’t,” he pleads, his cock hardening in me as he lays me back down and fucks me harder.

Because that’s what this is.

Fucking.

Screwing.

Nothing more.

The tears that well now make their way down my cheeks as he buries his face in my neck and thrusts a few more times before reaching between us and playing with my clit.

“Don’t,” I tell him, stopping his hand.

He sits up on his arms and slows his movements, brows pinching. “Kinley…”

“Just finish.”

“Kinley—”

“Just fucking come, Corbin!” I hiss, grabbing onto his shoulders and kissing him with a ferocity that has him stunned as he begins moving again.

Harder and harder and harder.

Until—

“Fuck.” He pulls out just as he comes, hot stickiness hitting the inside of my leg while I stare at how his chest rises and falls.

His phone starts ringing again.

I dare to look. Because I hate myself. Because I need to punish myself like Beck does.

Swallowing, I say, “You should probably answer that.”

Sitting up, I grab his discarded shirt from the floor and wipe myself off before collecting my clothes that are scattered everywhere.

“Kinley,” he whispers, not picking up the cell that so blatantly displays Lena’s name.

I wave it off. “It’s not like I didn’t know.”

And that’s the problem.

Because I’d do it again.

Chapter Fifteen

Kinley / 16

Midweek I’m huddled up in the library with my new favorite notebook in front of me. My hand is grasping a test with a big red letter circled on the top that I’m not accustomed to seeing. Setting it down next to the story I’ve been writing in Earth Science, I realize there shouldn’t be any surprise as to why I failed.

When a familiar pair of fancy sneakers comes into view, I look up at Zach just as he sits down next to me. His eyes go to my exam. “Shit.” He winces and sits back. “I didn’t do well either in that class. Surprised you’re struggling. The way Corbin talks…”

I blow out a breath and shove the test inside my notebook before closing it. “Corbin gives me too much credit. Anyway, how are you two? Have things been okay?”

My eyes scan over the faded shiner. He and Corbin got into a fight over a week ago. When I heard about it from some girl in the hall, I confronted Corbin and asked if it was true. He hadn’t shown up at my house to help me study the day it happened, and the puffy nature of his knuckles told me why.

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