Do you want to be with Will? Fine, but don’t act like I don’t have that effect on you. And I’m not one to beat around the bush.
“I saw you. You’re always staring at my lips, Snow White.” She covered her face with the excuse of adjusting her hood.
“Why do you always act like such a bad guy? You’re not.”
“And why do you always have to act like a Goody Two-shoes? You’re not either.” She seemed floored by my answer.
“Based on what?”
“You want to kiss me even though I’m your boyfriend’s best friend.”
Blushing furiously, she put her hand on her face and covered her whole cheek.
She was embarrassed, and I had the urge to slam her against the wall and stick my tongue down her throat. But only to show her that I was right. I could even turn on a girl like her with one kiss. It certainly wasn’t because I wanted her.
She closed her eyes. Smoking slowed down her normally quick thoughts.
“No, I don’t want to. You’re off base. And your statement isn’t true. Your arrogance makes you think that. Not to mention that tough-guy look you have, does it really give you that much self-confidence?”
“You’re all blah, blah, blah. I stopped listening after the first word you said, White.”
“I hate you, Hunter.”
I grumbled, sticking my lips out, quickly capturing her attention again.
She could say she hated me, but the truth was anything but.
“But if you act like that, I’ll use that as an excuse to look at your lips,” I murmured, lingering on her full lips.
“Sorry, what?”
She parted them to lick them. That innocent gesture sparked dirty thoughts and conflicting emotions in me.
Fuck, her lips were beautiful.
Maybe the weed I put in was too strong. She was just as confused as I was.
I want to lick your lips. Now.
I would’ve told her already if she wasn’t William’s girlfriend. Or maybe not? She was still June White.
What the hell was I thinking? She’d tell me to go to hell instantly. But her eyes darted down, to find my lips again.
If only you knew what I’d done with these lips, maybe you wouldn’t look at me like that anymore.
Our furtive glances stopped at the same time when I resumed our conversation again.
“Tell me something, White.”
She lowered her head, waiting for me to say something.
“Was what you told me the other night true?”
“Was what true?”
“What you told me about your brother.”
She got up quickly. “Yeah, why would I lie about that?”
