Wednesday 7:19 AM
Still think we have nothing to talk about?
Dipshit
Define talking.
You opening your mouth and something stupid coming out.
Dipshit
Okay, that’s not what you want with my mouth.
Think not? Enlighten me then. What do I want with your mouth?
Dipshit
Didn’t know I needed to dumb it down for you.
Oh, this ought to be good. Yeah, dumb it down.
Dipshit
…
What I thought. It’s okay, Princess. At least you’re pretty.
Ifyouaskedmewhat I was doing, what was in my head, I’d have been just as lost. I had no fucking clue.
Cornering Cal in the bathroom on Monday hadn’t gone as planned. Nothing about any of this was going as planned anymore. Completely off the rails here, totally unscripted. I’d wanted to make him uncomfortable. I’d wanted him to shove me off, hit me, finally get me back for the sucker punch. That hadn’t happened. No, what had happened was the best kiss of my life. Not that I had hundreds to compare it to, but it said something that coming in first and second were the two kisses I’d shared with Cal.
And damn, could he kiss. Those tan lips of his were as warm as his skin promised they’d be. His hard body against mine, under mine, had sent shivers and jolts of electricity to my brain and balls, frying both in different ways that had the same outcome.
I wanted him. Again and again.
I wanted him until the novelty wore off. Until he didn’t fight me and gave in so I could get bored and get over him. And just to prove me wrong, just to be a dick, he probably wouldn’t get boring, and I wouldn’t get over him. I snickered at that, earninga glare from the librarian over the glasses perched on the end of her nose.
The smell of old pages, dust hanging in the air caught by the beams of light from the windows, the rows of books like muted rainbows outlined in dark wood shelves, the long study tables with the tiny green-shaded reading lamps … This was a safe space for me, a mental space. I’d come to the library for peace and quiet during my study period because this place was always empty.
So why the hell did Cal just walk in and head to the back stacks?
Determined, that had to be it. Cal Winters was determined to stay in my head, in my cells, irritating and unnerving, and … Who was I kidding? I wanted him there.
The librarian gave him a once-over, then continued shelving books. The wheels on her cart squeaked as she moved to another section, leaving me out of eyesight of her and the path to where Cal disappeared too tempting.
I shouldn’t. I’d pushed the wall between us enough. I’d teased the line we’d drawn in the sand so much, it was now more of a zigzag.
Fuck it.
No one was around. Other than the decrepit librarian, the only movement in the last twenty minutes had been Cal. Why not give in to a few more wicked fantasies. The library? Come on. It had to rank on some hookupto-dolist, some kinky twist on the book club or something, and I was all about being thorough.
I sat my textbook noiselessly on the table and stood. The chair only made a slight hushed noise against the carpet as I slid free to follow my prey. Was it perverse to think of him that way? Right now, that was all he was. A target. A goal. The heat to my seeking missile. Okay, that last one was a bit too obvious. Maybe I had a missile in my—No, just stop, Jack.
I rounded the first row, all stealth and fascination. My insides were conflicted enough to keep pushing me. Waves of evil delight over messing with Cal’s head jumbled with the humming vibrations of excitement. Cal under my power again? Fuck, yeah.
Nothing to talk about, my ass.
This might explode in my face. Cal might do more than punch me back, but I wasn’t the weak kid I’d been before. I was fully confident I could take him if he wanted to get that kind of rough, but I also wanted to believe he wouldn’t go there.
