“Could’ve fooled me,” she scoffed.
Inwardly I cringed. Because why was I falling more and more in love with this girl?
“Aimee—” I started, and she started to close the door in my face.
I caught it with the flat of my palm, and I knew that was the wrong move.
Why did I keep fucking up when it came to her?
“Lukas, I swear to God,” she breathed, “If you don’t leave me the hell alone?—”
I stared at her. The dark circles that had shadowed her eyes earlier were deeper, and her eyes were puffy and red rimmed.
“Aimee.”
She stopped talking and there must’ve been something in my expression, because her gaze fell to my lips. I watched as her tongue flicked out across her bottom lip, and my mind ran away with that one motion—wanting the fantasy.
Suddenly, I was moving and pressing into her space. My hands were on either side of her face, my lips capturing hers. We stumbled backwards together, bumping the doorjamb to the bathroom. Then she was pulling me into her, our feet hitting the titled floor—still kissing and clinging onto each other. And I was drowning in her. I angled her head, so I could deepen the kiss and she let me. Her hands were fisted in the front of my sweatshirt, caught between our bodies.
She broke the kiss to take a breath. and then I was tasting her, my tongue meeting hers, and I wanted to drown in her forever. I never wanted to stop doing exactly this. Her hands moved, smoothing around my sides and onto my back. I shivered at her touch, and my reaction emboldened her. She broke the kiss and looked at me through half lidded eyes, desire sparking in them. Her lips were slightly swollen from our kisses. She reached out and with two fingers pressed into my chest, moving me backwards until my back hit the wall.
And I thought I was turned on before.
I swallowed hard and followed her mouth as she leaned in close, and ghosted her lips over mine. She leaned into my body, her hands coming up to run through my hair and my eyesflickered shut and the feeling of her nails raking lightly along my scalp. They drifted down, over my chest, lower as she started to kneel in front of me.
I couldn’t breathe.
“What do you want, Lukas?” She asked, and I blinked rapidly, snapping out of my mind and right back into the present.
Aimee was standing in front of me.
My hand splayed on the door, my foot had inched forward fully stopping her from shutting me out. I quickly backed up, plastering myself on the opposite wall.
She didn’t look angry anymore, just wary, maybe even slightly concerned.
I slid down the wall and buried my head in my hands.
What the fuck was wrong with me when it came to her?
How was I this messed up over a girl I barely knew, who didn’t really know I existed before yesterday?
I heard her open her door back up, but I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. I stood up, wiping my hands down my sweatpants.
“I…I just wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday and how it all came out. It wasn’t my intention to come across like that. I don’t know why I panicked, but I did, and I’m sorry if my words freaked you out. I swear I won’t bother you again,” I said, staring down the hall, at the floor, at the softly glowing light four doors down.
Basically anywhere that wasn’t the girl I couldn’t control myself around.
“And I’m sorry for coming here at seven in the morning,” I added.
I caved and quickly glanced at her, fully expecting—well I wasn’t sure what to expect. But what I wasn’t ready for was the soft smiling playing at the corners of her mouth, or how she was obviously fighting to not be amused by me.
I nodded and started to walk away. Not wanting to get my hopes up thatmaybeI hadn’t blown what could be my only chance to finally win the heart of the girl who had occupied my thoughts for far longer than she realized.
Needless to say,Zara was pissed at me.
Well, pissed might actually be an understatement.
She managed to weasel out of me where I’d been this morning, since she’d woken up and saw I wasn’t in my room. I already knew that Zara was a dead ringer for our mother—like a mini-me clone, but with the way she chewed my ass out and gave me an earful…it was clear she shared her attitude and temperament as well. The problem was that she hadn’t told me anything that I’d already been telling myself.
