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Sawyer
I should stop him. He’s hurting, he’s vulnerable, he might have slept with another girl…but I can’t.
It’s the softest, most gentle kiss I’ve ever experienced…barely a whisper of lips. A silky caress that makes my heart flutter and my head spin.
And just like that…it’s gone.
Frustration claws at my chest. “What…why did you stop?”
A cocky smile curves his mouth. “You told me no tongue, remember?”
I’m speechless. Utterly fucking speechless.
However, I’m not one bit surprised he’s making me eat my words. The bastard.
His hand curls around my hip possessively. “That guy was flirting with you.” A small gasp leaves me when his thumb brushes the skin above the waistband of my leggings. “I didn’t like it.”
Between the change of subject and his touch, I’m having trouble keeping up. “I—”
“It made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time.”
“What?”
His eyes darken. “Jealousy.”
Oh. I’m stu
I feel it’s only fair I be the same with him. “I thought you slept with Candace. It’s why I ran in here like a crazy person.”
Confusion clouds his face. “Who’s Candace?”
Leave it to Cole to not remember her name. “The woman who did your tattoo.”
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“Why?”
I need to know it wasn’t just because of the contract and the stupid bet.
“Why do you think?”
No. I won’t let him evade it. “Answer the question, Covington.”
His jaw tightens. “Would it hurt you if I slept with her?”
I’m in the ultimate catch twenty-two. If I say no—I’m a liar.
If I say yes—I’ll be admitting I have feelings for him.
And giving him the power to hurt me again.
I hate the way he’s looking at me. It’s as though he can see my every thought. “Answer the question, Church.”
My throat feels like sandpaper. “I—”
The door swings open.
“Found them,” Oakley shouts.
A second later Jace and Dylan join us.
“Everything okay?” Jace questions.
“Yeah.” Cole jumps off the table. “Sawyer was showing me her tattoo.”
“Speaking of tattoos,” Jace says. “It looks like you got one too.”
Cole throws his sweatshirt over his head. “Nope. You’re imagining things.”
It’s safe to say the real Cole has left the building.
It’s clear Jace doesn’t believe him, but he doesn’t press. “Dylan and I have plans tonight, so if you want a ride home, meet me by my car in five.”
A moment later, everyone leaves.
I’m about to join them, but Cole blocks the door.
“Don’t try to get inside my head or demand answers from me if you can’t give me the same in return.”
His anger takes me by surprise. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He gets uncomfortably close to my face. “Don’t be a goddamn hypocrite.”
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit.” He pulls a small box out of his pocket and hands it to me. “Here. Happy Birthday.”
With that, he takes off.
Mind spi
Only, there isn’t any jewelry inside…there’s just a note.
Your gift is inside your locker.
—CC