Page 47 of Little Devil

“I only smoke when I’m bored,” I tell her, leaning up on one elbow to face her fully. “Or drunk. Or sad.”

“You get sad?”

“Well, no,” I admit. “But I’m sure I’d smoke if I did.”

She shakes her head at me and I run my finger over the edge of her bra, then across to the valley between her breasts and down to her navel.

“You wanna do something bad?”

“I’m pretty sure everything I do with you is bad,” she jokes, making me laugh.

“Maybe,” I agree, slowly moving my finger down to the waistband of her skirt at her hip. “But being bad with me feels pretty damn good, right?”

She hides a grin and I kiss her lips, standing up to walk around to the trunk. I open it up and move my gym bag to the side, leaning over to reach for the other duffel I keep in here. I pull it out and grab my jacket from the back seat, side eyeing Jordyn when she leans over to get a look inside the bag. Her mouth parts and she stands up with her hands propped on her hips, bouncing her eyes between me and the huge wall of graffiti beneath the bridge.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like?” I tease, tilting my head for her to follow me. “Come on, princess.”

“Are you insane?” she hisses, snatching her shirt from the ground to throw it on over her shoulders. “You can’t just do whatever the hell you want, Xan.”

“Says who?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she deadpans. “The law? Society?”

“Fuck society.”

She rolls her eyes but follows me anyway, leaving her buttons undone while she watches me with her arms folded over her chest. I choose a blank space in the middle of the wall and hold my jacket over my mouth, using my free hand to paint a badass blonde girl wearing a black hoodie and a black snap back. I don’t have much time considering it’s almost dark out, so I keep it simple and skip the detail, quickly using a mixture of blue and white to get her eyes the right color. Jordyn continues to watch me with her brows dipped and her mouth open, unable to hide the clear mixture of confusion and shock on her face.

“How are you doing that?” she asks, speaking for the first time in over thirty minutes. “Is that me?”

I laugh lightly and paint the words little devil on her hoodie, stepping back once I’m done to get a better look. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, eyeing me over her shoulder while she moves closer to the wall. “Are you an artist or something?”

“Or something,” I tell her, taking her hand to pull her back to my chest before she gets too close to the fumes. “I prefer skin over paper.”

“You mean tattoos?”

I nod and wrap an arm around her waist from behind, leaning over her to kiss her neck. “Your turn.”

She hesitates, just like I knew she would, but then she shocks the shit out of me and takes the jacket from my hand. “Got any purple?”

I raise a brow and pass her what she asked for, watching her in amusement while she covers her airways and gets to work. The way she looks right now makes my dick hard, eager to push her back against the wall and wrap her legs around my waist, but I soon forget that when I realize she’s painting the purple devil emoji. As soon as she’s finished, she grins like a kid in a candy shop and spins to face me, tossing my jacket at my head when she catches the look on my face.

“Don’t look so smug, new boy,” she mutters, scrunching her nose at the mess on her fingertips. “It was the only thing I could think of under pressure.”

“You ever gonna tell me what that key in your nightstand is for?”

“Maybe,” she teases, stepping closer to run her hands over my chest, but I don’t miss the way her expression suddenly falls like she’s disappointed about something.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she lies, sighing when I lift her chin to pull her eyes back to mine.

“Baby, tell me.”

“It’s just..” she trails off, chewing her lip while she decides what to say to me. “Wait here.”

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