He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against mine. Tingles erupted on my lips, and I closed my eyes for the briefest moment. Not sure why him being so close excited me, but it did.
When the bell rang, he shook his head, shoved me away, walked down the hall, and out the double doors. I stood there, inhaling his scent and staring down the hall, in complete shock.
I didn’t know what kind of threat that was from him… but he did say that I wouldn’t like the consequences if I didn’t close the curtains the next time that I touched myself for him. So, being the good girl that I was, I knew the one thing I was going to do when I got home.
Open the curtains as far as they could go.
Chapter 2
Isabella
Students filed out of the classroom, glancing strangely at me, and hurried out the doors. I pushed myself off of the cold blue lockers and took a deep breath. Roman didn’t even do anything to me yet, and I was aching for him. And… why were my lips tingling like that, again?
“What was that all about?” Derek asked a few minutes after the bell rang, tossing me my backpack.
I walked with him down the hall. “Nothing,” I said, heat crawling up my neck. Absolutely nothing.
He raised a brow. “Alpha Roman doesn’t just pull students out of class fornothing.” A small smirk stretched across his face. “So… what’d you do?”
The last few students pushed past us, and I pulled Derek to the side. “I kinda did a thing,” I said, lowering my voice. “A really bad thing.”
A thing I planned on doing again tonight.
Vanessa sashayed out of the classroom, her black velvet heels clacking against the beige-tiled floors. She was typing on her phone, her short, manicured fingernails hitting her screen about a hundred miles a minute.
I quieted down and waited for her to pass, but she didn’t. Instead, she lingered in the hallway a few feet away from us. Her back was turned, and her Coach purse with a small red, pink, and purple pin hooked onto the strap hung off her forearm.
“Isabella, goody-two shoes, did something bad?” Derek asked, giving me a fake over-exaggerated gasp.
Vanessa lifted her gaze from her phone to the empty hallway in front of us. I knew she was listening to every single word we were saying, probably trying to figure out how she could get called out in the middle of class by her hunk of a crush, Roman.
I tugged Derek down the hallway and to his car, away from her curious ears. “Okay, so…” I said, gushing about last night. I told him everything, from the past week to the tingles I felt a few moments ago to how I gathered all of my courage to look him right in the eye when I was touching myself yesterday.
Roman had been watching me for weeks. Every night, I could smell his minty scent drifting through my open window. Every night, I could see his golden eyes piercing through the forest. Every night, I could only imagine how he would feel inside of me.
“You’re such a ho,” Derek said when I finished, pulling on one of his sponge twists.
I playfully pushed his shoulder. “I am not… but I need you to bring me home.”
Derek chuckled and opened his car door. “So you can strip for your alpha tonight?”
“Stop it! It’s not my fault. He’s the one watching me; I didn’t ask him to do it.”
Derek rested one forearm on the hood of his white beat-up ’95 Chrysler and leaned over it. “I’m all for it, Izzy, but just be careful with Roman. Healwayskeeps his promises.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, leaning against the hot car and batting my lashes at him.
He arched a thick brown brow. “We’ll see.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ll see when you turn eighteen in a couple weeks and find out who your mate is.”
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“See you tomorrow,” I said, hopping out of the car.
“Don’t forget to bring your workout clothes tomorrow. We’ve got try-outs for the warriors,” Derek shouted from the driver’s seat.
