Page 19 of Crash

“Coming with. Kind of missed your face, beautiful.” My cheeks heat and I scrunch up my nose before snorting out a laugh. Beautiful? What game are you playing, Easton?

“Holy shit. You snort when you laugh?” he asks as my face grows warmer.

“You’d know that if you ever tried to be anything but rude to me.”

He grins a real one. Flashing his teeth and everything. “Touché.”

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“So, Axel is who you pass your drugs off to? Smart. Really. I always wondered how you sold them,” Easton says, glaring at Axel on his motorcycle.

“Yeah, like I could ever sell drugs.” My hands grip the steering wheel harder as I contemplate my next question. “So, are you hungry, because your sister promised me food in order to get me to shop and then didn’t feed me. I figured you could pick up her slack.” I give him a shy smile.

His eyes blaze as he looks into mine. “Yeah, baby. I’d like that,” he says, resting his big palm on the inside of my thigh, drawing circles with his finger. Electricity shoots through me and I clench my thighs, leaning into his hand.

“Why are you being so nice?” I ask.

“Maybe I just like you?”

I snort. “You don’t.”

“I do,” he counteracts as I pull up to a restaurant, throwing the car into park. I look at him and his eyes gleam honestly. I’m taken aback by it. Emotions slam into me. Ones I’ve been fighting off for a decade.

Fear.

Excitement.

Hope.

He reaches over, cupping my cheek, pulling me into him. He lays a gentle kiss to my lips, my stomach flutters wildly, cheeks blushing slightly under his gentle touch.

He whispers, “Let’s go eat.”

This is the Easton everyone else gets. The one girls cry over because he’s so good, when it’s over, you know you’ll never find anything like it.

My phone goes off, breaking the connection. Annoyance simmers inside of me as I look down, seeing my mom's name.

Mom: We’ll be home tomorrow, and I have so much I want to say to you, my sweet girl. I love you.

I frown at the text, closing out of it, blindly climbing out of the car.

Today is so weird.

EASTON

I know you want me to say I just couldn’t hide my feelings for her anymore. That is particularly true, but also, the bet. I need to get it over with before I catch some real feelings for her. More than the warm, fuzzy feeling flickering at the base of my stomach every time I’m around her.

We have a nice dinner. Some awkward silence when we stare at one another, not sure what to do with each other. We’ve spent years hating each other, that’s not something you forget over some kissing. A part of me still hates her. Hates her for making me feel things no one has ever made me feel before. Not even Monroe.

I’m currently driving her car—well, it’s driving me as we make our way back to her house. The Hallmark picture of a nice town where everyone knows everyone, and everyone gets along. BurBay Falls is beautiful, but the most sinister things usually are.

She changes out of the sexy-as-fuck clothes, joining me outside in a short crop top and tiny little soft black shorts. She sets up her paint stuff as I lean back on a blanket she laid out so I can watch. Even put fucking pillows on it so I would be comfortable. God, I am a bastard. She is so sweet, and I am going to wreck her.

This strange feeling washes over me. Guilt, maybe? I’m not sure, I’ve never felt it before. Brushing it off, I look up to see her staring at a blank canvas. “Why don’t you paint me?” I ask. She looks over her shoulder, a small smile on her heart-shaped lips, a secret flickering through her eyes.

She begins sketching. I lay back, rolling a joint between my fingers. When I look up again, she has the basic sketch done. Rising, I light my joint, walking up behind her. Brushing her hair out of the way, I lay light kisses to her shoulder. She hums her appreciation. “Come lay with me,” I whisper into her neck as I lightly pinch the flesh between my teeth.

She rises and I take her hand, laying down on the fluffy pallet she made my ungrateful ass. I take a hit and bend over her. She parts her lips automatically and I blow the hit into her mouth before gently rubbing my lips with hers. My lips sting with shock as we move them together. I poke my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opens, granting me access. I rub my tongue against hers. She whimpers into my mouth as my arms go around her, bringing her on top of me. We make out like the teenagers we are until my dick hardens and I grind it into her. Her head falls back, her eyes rolling into the sockets.

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