“What are you looking at, White?” He tensed up.
I didn’t say anything, maybe because we weren’t alone, but when Tiffany turned on the radio, I drew nearer to his ear to prevent everyone else from hearing us.
“Why’d you do it?”
“I didn’t do shit,” he answered tensely.
“Otherwise I wouldn’t have left.”
When James lowered his gaze at me, it took my breath away. He bit his lower lip before moistening it with his tongue.
“Chill, princess. It was just a game,” he whispered, reminding me of the chill I’d just gotten from being so close to him.
“Were you about to—”
“What do you think?” I heard him say, dangerously close to my ear.
“What?”
“Do you think I would’ve fucked you with William in front of everyone?” I felt my intestines tie themselves in knots.
“I don’t understand.”
“I told you, it was a game,” he repeated staunchly.
Of course it was. James didn’t care about me, who was I kidding?
“What kind of game is this?” I groaned to myself.
Besides, was it possible for Will to be so comfortable with this? What happened to all that jealousy?
“Will . . .”
My thoughts shattered into a million pieces, completely crumbling when James plunged his fingers between my locks of hair. He pressed his warm hand against my cheek, while I sank my face into his chest. I closed my eyes and did nothing but inhale his scent and listen to his heartbeat.
I must’ve passed out during the car ride because when I opened my eyes again, I found myself squeezed between James’s arms. I swung with the rocking movements of his footsteps, but as soon as I realized that he was positioning me on the bed, I jumped.
“Oh, no. My mom is gonna kill me.”
A chuckle. Tiffany lay down next to me.
“Where . . .”
I looked around long enough to realize that I wasn’t at my house, but in James’s room.
“I’m gonna check if Jasper’s sleeping, don’t do anything, you two.” I recognized his annoyed voice as he left the room.
“Who, us? No way,” exclaimed Tiffany, making me smile. I couldn’t control my face’s movements.
Normally, I didn’t think she was so fun. I turned around and met her dark gaze.
Or so beautiful.
“The cat’s away,” she whispered quietly, in a particularly goofy tone.
“Are we the rats that are going to play?” I covered my mouth with one hand to stifle my laughter for the umpteenth time.
“Something like that,” she said turning onto her side. She sank her elbow into the mattress and leaned her cheek on the palm of her hand.
