Ezra
Ihate her.
God, do I hate her!
Fucking hate that she gets on my nerves, and hate the emotions she can arouse in me with simply a look. When I’m near her, I lose all the fucking control over my mind, body, and mouth.
Damn it!
But she’s stunning.My mind deems it important to remind me.
Fuck, don’t I know it, I agree with it.
I didn’t think I’d share so much withRuby, that little girl who was worried about being different because she had weak eyesight.
But the fear on her face compelled me to unearth a part of me that I’ve kept hidden, if only to alleviate her distress. So, I did. I told her, and once she was okay, she was gone.
Kaeli’s proximity, more than the clicking of her heels, alerted me to her presence behind me. I turned to look at her, worried that she might’ve heard. But the moment my eyes fell on her, my heart skipped a beat or a hundred.
She was a vision.
Looking every inch a heartbreaker in her maroon suit, as her straight red hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves. God, I love her hair. I wonder what it would feel like running my fingers through them. Though her hair is not naturally straight.
My eyes rake over her hourglass figure and basically pop out seeing her sauntering toward me in a pair of red-bottom heels. A flash of her legs wrapped around my waist with only these fuck-me heels on runs through my mind.
Fuck!
My cock twitches excitedly in my pants. This isnotsomething that should be happening whilewe’re surrounded by children. I stuff my hands in my pockets, barely restraining myself from hauling her to my chest and eating that red lipstick right off her lips.
Annoyed at her for looking like a fucking Goddess and angry at myself for noticing her, I hardly say a word to her. That’s until she decides to open her mouth. “What’s wrong with you? Got something stuck in your throat?”
“Just didn’t think you’d be interested in talking to me,” the words are out of my mouth before I can put a lid on them.
“Why would you say that?” She tilts her head as if trying to peel away all my secrets layer by layer.
“You were looking mighty comfortable and cozy talking to Seb there.” Somebody fuckingstopme!
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks as if she has no idea what I’m talking about. She can’t be so naive as to think that I don’t notice their constant flirting. He’s got a nickname for her, for God’s sake.
Lili!?
Fucking Lili?
Who would even like that name? It’s sochildish!
And she’s no less innocent, burrowing herself in his arms. When I saw them all cozy together, a bizarre sensation gripped me. It was as if someone was squeezing my heart, choking the life out of it.
I wished it were me instead of Seb, standing with such familiarity next to her. And I hated that I wanted that.
Ugh! I also want to punch Seb’s smug face. I used to like that kid. Not anymore, though. Now, he’s the top one on my shit list.
Hekissedher! On her forehead, yes. But a kiss nonetheless! Or maybe it’s me she takes for a fool.
God damnit!She has reduced me to an envious jerk. I summon all the patience I’ve mastered in all these years playing hockey. “Never mind. Leave it,” I sigh, dropping it.
Only for it to be snapped into pieces when she utters, “So, you used to stutter, huh? I didn’t know.”
My gaze snaps to her. So, I was right to be worried. She heard me. And why wouldsheknow? It’s not like we’re long-lost friends or anything.
