His mouth curved into a real smile, clearly showing his dimples at the sides of his cheeks. If it wasn’t James Hunter, I would’ve even thought he was adorable.
“What’s so funny now?” I snapped, upset by my momentary weakness.
“Nothing,” he murmured, taking a step toward me
I found myself at the height of his mouth again. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my stomach. I started feeling hot. I felt intoxicated. Drunk. Even though I’d only drunk Coke.
“Your boyfriend and your secret admirer are over there.” James licked lower lip, staring at mine. “That begs the question, what are you still doing here, White?”
His gruff voice sent a chill down my spine.
“I’m going to the bathroom, get out of the way,” I snapped, trying to pass by him.
I felt his fiery eyes pouring all over me like white-hot lava, so I turned around to shoot one last look at him.
James continued to stare shamelessly at me.
I wanted to put my head underwater so badly.
I spent the evening with William and the girls mainly talking about school. At some point Marvin and Jackson suggested going somewhere else, so we followed them out of Tropical.
“Where d’you wanna go?” I asked William.
“Somewhere else. Wanna come?”
I didn’t expect William to be more precise with his answer, so I looked at Amelia for her opinion. She seemed pretty buzzed, but she shook her head no. I checked the time. It was already past midnight.
“I think I’ll head home,” I whispered as Will pecked me on the lips one last time.
“Okay.”
“Where the fuck did Jackson end up?” James came out waving his arms around.
“Don’t get into trouble,” I said to William, adjusting his jacket collar.
James must’ve heard my advice because he laughed behind us.
“Everything’s under control, Snow White.”
“Oh, if you think so, I can sleep well tonight.”
“Sweet dreams, princess.”
I felt something eat away inside me. Why was he behaving like this right now? Why’d he have to talk to me like that?
In the meantime, Will was trying to call Jackson.
When Marvin’s cousin came out, James went back to his typical caveman behavior. He grabbed her by her hips, smiled at her, and kissed her. She kissed him back enthusiastically but hesitated for a moment when James started feeling up her tattooed thigh.
“Wait, where’d blondie go?” she asked, looking around.
“What blond? I don’t see any blond,” he whispered.
“Taylor,” she clarified.
“Taylor who?” Disgusting.
“See you tomorrow.” I said goodbye to William, who’d just put his phone back in his pocket.
