His timbre changed and got deeper. My arms started trembling, but I fought to hide it from him.
“Since when do you lose your self-control, Hunter?”
A smirk crept over his full lips as he leaned toward my ear.
“Don’t kid yourself about me. Ever.”
His warm lips grazed absentmindedly against my neck, short-circuiting my brain.
“I’d never be so naïve.”
“You should’ve understood.”
“What?”
“That I act this way only because I like dangerous games.” I felt his warm breath on my skin.
“Would I be a game to you?” I asked, without swallowing.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
For a moment our lips got dangerously close. I felt my stomach do a somersault.
If only he didn’t smell so good . . .
“I’d never kiss you,” he maintained, as if the thought had just come to him right then.
“Nor would I. My mom made out with your dad, and then she left him. I’m not repeating her mistake.”
My provocation made him smile a little, almost innocently.
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“It’s what I think. And I won’t change my mind.”
I kept my head held high under his cold gaze while a whirlwind of boiling sensations opened an abyss my lower stomach.
“Wanna bet, Snow White?”
If I hadn’t just heard him say those words, I probably would’ve thought he really wanted to be so close to me then. Maybe to kiss me. Because his mouth could say one thing but the intense way he stared at me suggested something else altogether.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself. I can certainly do without thinking about what kind of kisser James Hunter is.”
He looked at me arrogantly, slowly moving away from me.
“I’ll let you fall sleep wondering about it, then. And remember, I can play with you. You can’t play with me,” he articulated, his features hardening.
“I’m leaving,” I grumbled, turning away.
“You can sleep here.” He motioned to the couch right before putting a vape pen between his lips.
“But you said—”
“Shut up and sleep here.”
I saw his broad shoulders move away up the stairs.Good night to you too, asshole.
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