Page 41 of Little Devil

I have to remember that.

We get to my front door and he pulls me out with him, hiding me behind his body while he brushes the hair back from my collarbone. “Don’t be mad,” he says. “But there’s a tiny little hickey on your neck right there.”

“What?!” I whisper yell, lifting my hand to cover the spot. “Why the hell would you do that to me?”

“I tried to stop it,” he chuckles, pulling my hand away to run his thumb over the mark. “You wouldn’t let me, remember?”

My cheeks burn and I smack his chest, narrowing my eyes when he continues to laugh at me.

“I hate you so much.”

“I don’t believe you,” he teases, leaning over me to crowd my space. “Can I have your number?”

“No.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

“N–”

He grabs my waist and pulls my hips to his, slowly locking his arms around my back to hold me against him. “I dare you.”

I roll my eyes and snatch his jaw, pulling his face down to mine to give him what he wants. I tell myself to kiss him once and walk away like I did in the school parking lot that first time, but my stupid body seems to be acting on her own. I open my mouth for him and he takes the mile, sliding his tongue over mine like he’s trying to ruin me from the inside out. His piercing makes me moan and I wrap my hands around his neck, but then my mother’s raised voice rings out from somewhere inside the house and I jump, pulling away from him to wipe my mouth with my hand. He winks at me and I shove his ass, turning around to walk back inside before he catches the grin on my face. I shut the door and fall back against it, tipping my head back on the wood to touch my lips with my fingertips.

Goddamn him.

16

Jordyn

“I want details,” Kian says, dropping down beside me at our top table at the back of the huge cafeteria.

“No.”

“But, babe,” he whines the word, pouting dramatically in true Kian fashion. “I thought I was your best friend.”

I raise a brow at that, taking the bottled water he passes me to twist the cap off. “Since when?”

“Since Penelope’s a whore and I’m the next best thing,” he jokes, stealing a baby tomato from my plate to toss it into his mouth.

“Don’t call her a whore, Ki.”

“Ugh, you’re such a good person,” he complains, scrunching his nose in mock disgust. “I would’ve bitch slapped her by now if I were you.”

“If you found out she was fucking Trav, you mean?”

His jaw ticks and I smirk to myself, taking my fork from my plate to finish eating my salad.

That was a cheap shot on my part, I know, but at least it steals his attention away from me.

For all of thirty seconds.

“Are you really not gonna tell me what happened on your date with the hot bad boy?”

“I already told you nothing happened,” I mutter, lying through my teeth because no one, and I mean no one, can ever find out about what we did on Saturday night.

“Oh, really?” he draws out, clearly not buying the shit I’m selling him. “Because–”

“Kian, beat it,” a voice says from behind us, and Kian shuts his mouth, leaning back in his seat to look up at my ex–boyfriend over his shoulder.

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