“It’s just a scratch, oh my god you’re so dramatic.”
I was startled when James gently slid his thumb along the cut after treating it, caressing it slowly. All I could do was keep looking down. I didn’t have the courage to look him in the eye while his hands spread my legs open, and he licked his lips. I felt hot again.
“Take me to bed.”
James remained with his head bent down on my knee. He looked up at me fiercely. An unknown sensation coursed through my veins when our gazes met.
Every time that he looked at me like that, I felt something pleasant rush through my chest and an insistent sound ticking in my head. And the mess in my mind didn’t subside even when he reached his arm out as I grabbed it to stand back up.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
His question shocked me. Just like his tormented expression.Sure about what?
I nodded instead of thinking about it, avoiding his gaze, which sometimes became too brazen to sustain.
“Put this on.”
I was already sitting on the bed when James threw me one of his T-shirts. I pouted and grabbed it, then turned around when I saw him unbutton his pants. What’d gotten into me now? I’d asked to stay here. I sighed then put his T-shirt over the dress. I heard him laugh.
“Of course you’re all weird.”
I pulled the shirt down, which turned out to be longer than the dress I was wearing, and I tried to pull the dress down to take it off. The sound of an unexpected rip startled me.
“Oh no!”
“What kind of genius takes something off like this?”
“Help me!” I groaned, pointing at the fabric caught on my hips.
“Did you just rip Tiffany’s dress?” James cracked up, showing two dimples that made him look so much like Jasper.
“Pull, please.”
I tried to wriggle out of the dress, but it wouldn’t move past my hips. I lay down on the bed, hoping that that would make the task easier, while James didn’t have to be told anything twice and pulled it down in one fell swoop. What a gentleman.
“Wasn’t there a zipper, White?” he teased, looking at the ripped piece of fabric. With the reflexes of a sleeping cat, I pulled the shirt down before he could look down at my bare legs.
“Specializes in ripping other peoples’ clothes,” he continued.
“What do you mean?”
“You did the same thing at Will’s house. When you came back in half bleeding with that dress in shreds.”
The unbridled anger set off by his mocking words escaped. “You locked me in a basement and never apologized!” I raved, sitting up again.
James moved over on the bed and came so close to my face that it made me forget how to breathe.
“You’re right,” he whispered convincingly.
Now he was apologizing? I didn’t believe him.
“White.”
I sat waiting for him to say it, while I tried not to melt in front of his provocative lips.
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?” he hissed, before lying down next to me.
“I hate you, James.”
