“Have fun?” he mumbles, still half asleep.
“I’m going to marry her.” I grin in the darkness, tipping up my drink.
His thumb rises into the dim light from the window. “Good for you. Who?”
I know he can’t see me, but I shrug. “It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t know it yet.”
He cracks one eye, squinting at me, then shakes his head as he turns away, adjusting himself deeper in the cushions. “Sounds like an eight second ride, man.”
“Maybe,” I grunt, padding back to my bed.
Her light lavender scent lingers in my shirt, renewing the images in my mind of her body writhing beneath mine.
Damn it, I want her in my own way. I want to taste her. Have her scream as she comes on my tongue.
Her idea of skipping was supposed to make all of thiseasier.Instead, it’s ten times more complicated.
Part of me wants to follow through, make her fall for me.
Just to see.
Out of habit, I glance at my phone.
RacingQueen: We need to do that again.
Huh. I might just get the chance.
Hot mess
Sophia
I haven’t slept thathard since the fire. And I think this is the first time I haven’t had some sort of nightmare about it.
Standing in front of the mirror, I check out the lingering bruises on my hip from his fingers, then watch my cheek tick up into a smile.
Fuck, he was amazing.
Perfect.
Everything I wanted.
I kinda wish I had seen his face. Would I even recognize him if I passed him on the street?
All I caught were flashes. Broad shoulders and firm hands.
Ah yes, totally sketch artist worthy.
My blue eyes roll at myself in my reflection. When I toss my hair back, I spot the bright red blemish below my ear that he left with his teeth.
Geez.
Heat climbs up my neck, flushing the rest of my throat in pink.
He’ll only kiss me once I love him?
There’s no way that can happen until I get to know him.
Now that he’s set the rule, it makes me question everything.
