Page 28 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

But I can’t.

I won’t.

“Do you want to know why my brother doesn’t care, Teddy?” she adds, her voice laced with sass.

I press into her, my nostrils flaring as her perfume taints the air surrounding us. “Don’t call me Teddy.”

“It’s because he knows I’m an adult and I can make my own choices.”

I scoff. “You mean like getting drunk again and making a fool out of yourself?”

Her eyes narrow into a glare, and I know I’ve crossed a line. But I’m too pissed to care.

“I know you’re not talking about tonight,” she spits, “because I’ve only had one shot of Fireball, and I’m sipping my other one.”

“You mean the one being held by your little boy toy on the dance floor? Yeah. I saw.”

She pulls back, surprised. “Are you following me, Theo?”

“I was invited,” I growl.

“By who?” she taunts. “One of your puck bunnies?”

The sarcastic little brat has her hip popped out and her tiny fist pressed against it. It’s adorable as shit and gets under my skin more than I’d like to admit, but I shake off the feeling and push her a bit more. Because seeing those green eyes flare to life? It’s like a drug. And I’m ready for my next hit.

I keep my voice low but step closer, suddenly feeling guilty for being in the hall with my best friend’s little sister. But what I feel even more guilty about? The way I want to push her up against the wall and taste those sassy lips like they’re my dying meal. Especially when I know what they taste like.

“Your brother, Baby Thorne. He invited me. I haven’t touched a puck bunny since last season. You, however, seem busy with my teammate. There a reason for that?”

“You mean, other than the obvious?” She lifts her dainty little hand and starts ticking her fingers up as she rambles off a list. “He’s good looking, and respectful, and is one hell of a dancer?”

I grab her wrist, her pulse jumping against my thumb as I squeeze softly. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t belong here.”

“Why?” she repeats, her voice laced with a challenge. A dare. One I desperately want to fulfill. But I’m not an idiot. And I’d have to be one if I leaned down and kissed her again. Especially in public. Because despite how laid back Colt is, the only reason he trusts Blake is because he knows she only looks at guys like they’re friends. For a while, he even wondered if she was into girls, but those assumptions were quickly doused when he tried to set her up with Laura Christensen for her prom date in high school.

Yeah. It didn’t go well.

When he asked why she hadn’t dated anyone, she told him she’s picky. His response? “Keep being picky. ‘Cause no matter who you bring home, he won’t be good enough for you. And we both know me and your other brothers will have no issue reminding him.”

And he’s right.

The girl likes sports. Has a kickass body. And isn’t afraid to put a guy in his place.

She has every right to be picky. She can have anybody she wants. But if that’s the case, why is she with Burrows?

The guy’s nice, sure, but he’s also too soft for her. She’d barrel over him within a week of dating. A pit forms in my stomach.

Are they dating?

And if they are, did he take Austin’s bet at practice the other day? Did anyone take his bet? Is she a bet? Is Burrows only with her so he can pop her cherry and win some cash? The guy’s here on scholarship and doesn’t have much money, especially after his knee surgery. Would he cross the line with Blake?

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

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