"My intentions would be simple," he says with a deep, heated gaze, his warm breath fanning across my face.
He slowly moves himself even closer to me so that our bodies are mere millimeters away from touching, causing breathing to become a chore. "M...
My first day attending school while in a relationship. And, I'm not in a relationship with just anyone... I'm with the hottest fucking guy at school, who everyone else wants to be with.
Despite Presley's best efforts to let her dress me in something special, I had refused. I didn't want dating Jayce to suddenly make me change all sorts of shit about myself. I know she's just excited for me and wanting to help, which I appreciate. But, I'd ended up opting for a comfy outfit I'd wear as if today was any other day, as if I wasn't going to be pulling up to school in the Bad Boy of Goldcrest's vehicle.
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I pair the taupe knit sweater and black jeans with my trusty Adidas, grabbing my bag off the counter before skipping out the front door without any coffee. I won't need any assistance with my energy levels today.
Jayce's dark blue Mustang roars into the driveway as if on cue. He pops out of the driver's side with a lopsided grin, his curly hair poking out from beneath a backwards cap. Between his sparkling brown eyes, sharp jawline and muscle-y build, plus white v-neck and leather jacket, he looks good enough to eat.
Or, ya know... be eaten by.
I practically bound down the porch steps and have to utilize all my self control not to sprint to him and tackle him with kisses.
"Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend!" He hollers from his car, closing the door as I approach. "I fucking love calling you that," he beams, his pearly white teeth gleaming as a winter breeze tousles the curls beneath his cap.
Instead of replying, I walk right up to him and yank the collar of his jacket down toward me, simultaneously rising on my tip toes so our lips can meet.
Chill bumps rise over my entire body as I kiss his soft lips, breathing in clove and perique, which has intoxicated me from the beginning.
He responds instantly, moving his mouth against mine as one of his hands squeezes my ass while the other roughly grips the hair at the back of my neck.
I'm instantly lost, no longer on planet Earth. I push him backward so he's leaning against the side of his car and press my body to him so there's no space between us.
He's so fucking fine. And he's mine.
I'm ripped back to reality by the sound of the front door slamming. I quickly twist around to see a glowering Haven making his way to his car.
"If you have to fucking date her," Haven grumbles, not looking at us, "at least mind where you're making out."
"You're one to talk!" I scoff, rolling my eyes as I remember how Jayce and I had caught him making out with Tamara. An eye for an eye.
"Just..." Haven stammers, his hand on the car door. "Don't have sex while I'm at the house, please. I don't want to hear that." With that, he slams his car door and starts the engine.
