A spark of excitement flashed across his cold eyes, and I felt intoxicated and confused. I had to get out of here.
“What game?”
“Yes or no.”
“Do I have to remind you that I’m with Will?”
“And do I have to remind you that it’s just a game between us?”
I froze—my back was stuck in place, and my lips went dry.
“Besides, you’re not with Will,” he said contemptuously. I saw him maneuver something in his pockets.
“Why are you doing this?” I gasped.
He craned his neck. “Because you should be scared of me. If you’re scared of me then maybe you’ll stay away from me.”
And he said that attentively gazing at me like he was studying my reaction.
“It won’t work, because you don’t scare me.”
My façade of conviction wavered when James’s breath grazed my earlobe, making me jump.
“So then why are you shaking? Maybe because you’re getting turned on?”
“It’s because I hate you,” I snarled at him, but I soon froze because James slid his fingertips down from my chin to my throat. He traced my skin delicately, so softly that I just wanted to close my eyes to savor his heavenly touch.
“I hate you, too, princess. You have no idea how much I do.”
James raised the corner of his mouth in a mischievous grin, with a typical sure-of-himself guy look. But I didn’t want to fall into that trap.
“If anyone’s getting turned on here, Hunter, it’s you.” I let out an even more tense breath.
“I don’t think so. Girls like you don’t have any effect on me.”
I begrudgingly accepted that truth, maybe because my insecurities about my body led me to believe him. But at the same time, his eyes kept tracing my lips with their fiery gaze.
“Really?” I egged him on through narrowed eyes.
I must’ve gone too far because James’s mouth brushed against my lower lip for a moment, setting off a series of sparks in my stomach.
“Look at you, all wet—”
“What?” His words startled me.
I didn’t know what he meant right then, but when he moved away from me and turned the crank on the shower to cold, it was suddenly all clear to me.
“You’ll pay for that, asshole!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. He’d just pointed the shower head at me.
James’s amused laughter boomed throughout the bathroom, and while I watched his broad shoulders as he walked out the door, there was only one thing I wanted to do.
Kill him.
22
June
I didn’t know whether to go to Poppy’s party or not, but Will kept insisting so much that I gave in.
