Page 42 of Trapped In You: A BWWM Romance

She’s wearing the school uniform. Simple button-down white shirt. Plaid navy skirt.

Typical.

Forgettable.

And yet, on her, that outfit is freaking dangerous.

It’s too short.

Too tight.

Too distracting.

My eyes fall to her luscious brown lips. Lips that are upturned at this very moment.

Her smile is blinding. I’m peering straight up at the sun.

My heart burns from staring at it.

She’s ridiculously beautiful.

That I’ll admit.

But I’ve seen plenty of beautiful women.

Tons more have chased me.

Most I ignored.

Some I entertained.

Wined and dined.

Left them gasping in my bed.

Even now, I could close my eyes, randomly pick a model and be satisfied for the night, but I always wake to the same restless feeling.

The same suspicion and mistrust.

The same dissatisfaction.

It’s all meaningless.

All… empty.

In the end, I came to resent it.

This time is different.

Shanel doesn’t want me. Hell, I’d go as far as to say she doesn’t even like me.

It’s intriguing.

It’s getting under my skin.

In my heart

In my head.

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