She narrows her eyes. “What is wrong with you today? I'm not dead, I'm completely fine—”
“Yeah, for now! You still don't know; you could be concussed or something.” I flail my hands around trying to make my point.
Second by second, our bodies are magnetizing toward each other, like it's second nature.
Anger is coursing through my veins and I can't think straight, all I know is that my body is moving on its own and I need Juliette to know how unbelievably furious I am.
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one that almost broke your fucking leg!”
“Broken bones aren’t that big of a deal!” she screeches.
“Oh, I know. I saw that when you broke Stacey’s hand!” I bellow and her face falls.
“H—how did you know about that?” Shock slices her face in half, her tone maybe even slightly embarrassed.
“I saw it!” I scoff then continue speaking. “Next time you think of committing assault, try locking the door!”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” She rolls her eyes; I can practically smell her cherry ChapStick this close. “Besides it’s not the same thing.”
“You’re right, that was on purpose, this was just pure idiocy.”
“It was an accident for the love of God!” she groans loudly, “Stacey had it coming.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that?”Don’t look at her lips. Don’t look at her lips.
“Becauseno onehurts you,” she blurts out, hands on her hips. Heat rushes to my face, I can’t help it. As it appears, neither can she, because she’s positively flushed.
“Yeah.” I clear my throat, trying to contain my heavy breathing. “No one except you right?”
It’s not the same, nowhere the same. She didn’t hit me because she wanted to hurt me and neither did I. I wanted to feel her, every inch and every crevice that belongs to her. I wanted to show her how bothered she makes me; maybe I did want to hurt her a little too.
“We fought! It’s not the same thing!” She raises her voice, but I know she means that she would never hurt me that way. “Why are we even having this discussion?”
“You’re right, we should be talking about why you were so distracted out there.”
“Why are you so bothered about it?” she questions, gritting her teeth.
“Becauseyoubother me.”
“Well,youbother me more.” She jabs her finger into my chest.
She doesn’t move the finger away, not even for a second. It stays firmly planted on my chest and I can’t avoid her gaze.
The sound of heavy breathing echoes throughout the room. My mind is telling me to run far away and not come back, yet I can't do anything.
I'm frozen in place and before I can even try to move, Juliette has barrelled her way into me and planted her lips onto mine.
Damn!
Chapter SIXTEEN
J u l i e t t e
Soscorching. So satisfying. So unbelievably perfect. I'm kissing Adaline Emery and I never want to stop.
This kiss is everything I've ever fantasized about and more. Her lips feel like the air that I've been dying to breathe-in every day.
