He! Kisses! Me!
I squeak, turning my head before his lips can do more than graze mine, and he growls, shoving his hand into my hair and pulling me back. His lips don’t touch mine again, but they’re close, the warmth of his breathing mingling with mine. “That feel very brotherly?” he asks.
I don’t answer. I’m trying very hard not to acknowledge how thatfeltat all.
Fox ishot.
Fox is ahotman who justkissedme.
My heart stumbles over itself, and I whimper.
My stomach fairlyriots, and I groan.
Fox’s eyes narrow. “You don’t want to play anymore?” he asks. “You want to concede your defeat andleave me alonenow?”
“This is sexual assault,” I stutter. “You can’t do that.” It’s against the rules of the game.
His jaw clenches, then he’s four steps away, and I’m cold.
I’m really,reallycold.
He curses, turning his back on me as he runs a hand angrily through his hair. “I’m sorry,” he grits immediately. I frown. Not because he doesn’t sound sorry—he does, along with disgusted at himself—but because I don’t want the apology.
My brows furrow. Why don’t I want the apology?
My stomach tingles, and a shiver racks my body.
Oh.
Oh.
I slide off the desk and approach him, backing him into a corner when he staggers to get away from me.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I’m so sorry, Poem. Iswearthat won’t happen again. I–I’ll leave, if you want me to. Run away like I’m so good at doing. I can’t believe I… I’m so sorry.” A line runs between his eyebrows, deepening with his shame.
I want to soothe it.
I want to take his apologies and throw them out the window.
I want toplay.
“Shut up, Fox,” I murmur.
Then.
Then.
T. H. E. N.
Ikisshim.
Chapter Nineteen
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I have nothing to say about this. Let it speak for itself.
Poem
