Page 151 of Love Me, Love Me


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“I wasn’t—” I didn’t know how to react for a moment. What did he care? I put my fists on my hips. “Say that again, and I swear I’ll slap you.”

He licked his teeth looking amused, then lifted his chin and kept staring at me.

“But what’d I say wrong? It’s nothing to me, but what about for you two?” he taunted, summoning a few teammates who had appeared in the hall. “I just have to tell Will about it. We’ll see what he has to say about it.”

“It was an accident. You’re such a—”

James smirked at me as he lifted up his water bottle, and before I could act, he spilled it all over me. I backed away instantly as I felt the cold water pour all over me down to my stomach.

“Oops, that was an accident too,” he said, amused.

I heard the guys behind him laugh, and when I looked down I saw my white shirt turning translucent and exposing my bra.

“Have you lost your mind?” I screamed.

But James didn’t seem to care much. He pushed me against the locker.

“Dumbass meathead,” I growled.

“Say that again, White,” he prodded.

“What, does that turn you on, Hunter?”

Why didn’t I know how to keep my mouth shut when he was near me? He took that as an invitation to leer up and down my body, stopping at the curves of my breasts protruding from my blouse. I felt breathless when he licked his lips slowly and then bit his lower lip.

“I don’t know, White, does it?” If he’d said this with his usual tone I would’ve pushed him away, but he just whispered it so seductively.

We looked at each other’s mouth and consumed them with furtive glances. It lasted the blink of an eye, but now it was done. I was at risk. I should’ve fled to the North Pole. I should’ve booked the first ticket on the hot mess express.

I saw him and he saw me.

James leaned his elbow against the locker behind me. His arm loomed over my head, and his wrist dangled over my nose. He curled a lock of my hair between his fingers, and I turned to stone when I saw his sparkling light eyes.

“Quit acting like this.”

Slowly, he grazed the side of my neck with the tip of his index finger, sending a chill down my spine.

“But look at how much we’re finding out . . .”

“What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t know. That you liked me.”

“You disgust me, Hunter.”

I felt his boiling lips press against my ear. He let out an imperceptible moan, a warm breath that made my knees weak.

“It’s mutual, White,” he whispered hoarsely.

I ignored that umpteenth intense chill and froze against my locker as he walked away.

“Ah, I forgot. Try talking to me again, and I’ll make you never want to set foot in this school again,” he said.

“I already don’t!” I retorted irritated.

He joined his friends. “Let’s go. I don’t know why I waste time with this one.”

“I know why,” Marvin interrupted nonchalantly.