And she shivers.
Fuck! I feel it.
Every tiny reaction. Every shaky breath. Every heartbeat she tried hiding from me.
“You don’t own me,” she whispers.
I smirk slowly. “Then why are you shaking?”
Her glare could melt steel. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“Cocky asshole,” she spits, and I cage her fully against the sink as my hands brace on each side of her hips while tension crackles between us. Her breath catches hard enough I almost lose my composure completely.
God. I missed this. The push and pull. The anger. The way she looks at me like she wants to slap me and kiss me at the same time.
“Does Brayden make you shiver like I do?” I ask softly, and her eyes flash instantly.
“That’s none of your business,”
Cute answer.
So I lean closer.
“Does he?”
Silence.
Exactly.
My mouth brushes lightly beneath her ear, barely touching. Just enough to torture her a little. “Does he know you still say my name when you’re upset?”
“Hayden…” Her voice breaks slightly.
“Does he know you still wear my hoodies to sleep?”
“No, dickhead, why does that matter?”
I grin against her skin. “Because you smell like me half the time.” A soft sound escapes her before she can stop it.
Victory.
She shoves at my chest weakly. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re still mine.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
Too honest.
Too real and for one dangerous second neither of us breathes.
Then I pull away first, because if I stay any longer, I’m gonna kiss her. And if I kiss her in this bathroom? School’s getting cancelled for property damage.
She looks wrecked when I step back. Flushed cheeks. Swollen lips. Angry blue eyes drowning in tension.
Beautiful.
I grab another cigarette from my pocket while heading to the door.
