She smiles. “I could get used to this.”
“What is that exactly?” I ask.
“Endless amounts of orgasms and waking up next to you.”
Me too. I hate to admit that I’m already falling for her. I knew it would happen, but if I’m being honest with myself. It was why I wanted her all those years ago, there was just something about her. When she turned me down, it just made me want her more.
I walk through the crowded hallway of the school and see her coming toward me. She has her eyes down staring at her cell, typing away. Probably talking to Bones. I haven’t seen her since I kissed her at the frat party last weekend. When I was ready to go all the way and she changed her mind.
I purposely step in front of her, making her run into me. “Oh, sorry … Titan?” She looks up at me.
“Hey, Em. Can we talk?”
She pushes her hair behind her ear. “I can’t …”
“It’ll only take a second.” I grab her arm and yank her into the nearest classroom that I know is vacant this time of day. I shut the door behind me and lock the door.
“Titan, I don’t have time.”
I grab her arm, yank her to me and press my lips to hers. She opens up for me immediately and moans into my mouth. My hands find her hair and I deepen the kiss. She tastes like a cherry lollipop.
But she pulls away too soon. “Titan, we can’t,” she whispers, licking her lips.
“Because you love Bones?” I question.
“No.” She runs her hands through her tangled hair. “We’re not like that.”
“So you’re just his fuck?” I know what they are, but I want to hear her say it. I want her to admit that what they have isn’t what we could have.
Her eyes narrow on me. “No.”
“Then what the fuck is it?” I snap, getting irritated.
“I don’t have to explain it to you,” she growls. “It’s none of your business. And why do you care so much? He’s your best friend; you shouldn’t want to fuck me.”
“Because I know that he doesn’t give a shit about you,” I say.
Her face falls, and her eyes sadden. Shit!
“Em, that’s not what I meant.” He doesn’t love her, no, but he does care about her. She’s the only woman in the world that he gives the slightest fuck about. He always talks shit on Grave and his drug problem, but Emilee is his drug. He can’t quit her.
“And you do?” she asks, arching a brow.
I clamp my mouth shut because I’m not sure what to say. How to make her understand. Does she think I watch her and follow her around for nothing? She’s right. I’m not supposed to want her. Not like this. Not this way.
“That’s what I thought,” she states, and I step out of the way, letting her out of the room and out of my life.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks me.
I let out a long breath. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. I can feel your heart race.”
I run a hand down my face. “You. Me.” I pause. “Bones.”
She rubs circles on my chest with the tips of her fingers but stops when I mention him. She sits up, the black silk sheet falling off her chest, and stares down at me. “Are you mad at me? For what we did?”
“No.” I sit up as well. “I told you I was okay with it. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
