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came.
I fell asleep with a pang of pain in my chest, like my heart was smashed in a million pieces. I knew I shouldn’t have been so hopeful. Yet, Axel did something to me that no one else could. He kept pulling and tugging me toward him, making my heart race, my palms sweat, and my lips tremble in longing. He made me feel vulnerable and weak. He made me feel .
This was either humiliating or incomprehensively humiliating.
I should’ve known better. Sitting in a circle with an assortment of horny teenagers would never end on a positive note.
My instincts, which I candidly ignored, told me that much. Here I was, in the middle of a staggered circle, music pounding against the walls, secluded amongst the most eager group of teenagers waiting for me to complete the impossible challenge. I looked around, catching glimpses of laughter and wobbly bodies swaying to the music.
Everyone. Except. Me.
I caught a glance of Pey, who straddled Landon, laughing and whispering into his ear. Her eyes twinkled jovially when she caught me staring. I glared back at her. She winked and averted her eyes toward the boy who sat in front of me, his hand on my knee, waiting eagerly for me to make my decision.
“This is your lucky day, Pernell.” Dean’s voice purred with mischief.
“Give him a big wet kiss, tongue and all.”
“Shut up, Hunter!” I growled between my gritted teeth.
“Rules are rules,” someone said dryly.
I looked up to note it was Serena who had spoken. She looked annoyed that I was holding up the game—truth or dare. How naïve was I to think this would be an easy game to play and I had more control over my emotions? But Dean found my weakness. I never back down from a challenge. And he easily provoked me to accept a dare.
“It’s fate, babe. Just kiss and get over it.” Pey spoke up.
Fate, my ass. Easy for her to say. She wasn’t about to kiss the douchebag. I was.
“Afraid you might fall madly, irrevocably in love with me?” Dean winked at me. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
I scoffed.
I knew for Dean this was more of a game, the conquest of another girl.
“Don’t make me beg, Pernell.”
The way Dean spoke my name almost persuaded me to accept my defeat. To say I was pissed would be the understatement of the century. I shot angry daggers at him, wishing one of them would hit him square in the eye, blinding him.
I didn’t know what came over me. It might have been the frustration and painful emotions from being stood up by Axel for our soccer date or the amount of alcohol in my system. Either way, I made up my mind. There was no way I was going to let this self-loving, arrogant, insignificant ass, who thought of himself as God’s gift to mankind, win. I licked my lips, shoving my nerves aside, pivoting toward him. Dean reached his hand toward me as he scooted closer.
He must have assumed what my choice was based on my physical crusade. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his with force.
At the initial touch, my eyes closed, feeling his warm lips move against mine—slowly, tenderly—exploring the bottom, then the top. He was gentle and it left me wanting more. Warmth seeped through my body all the way to my toes, making me light-headed. I’d never been kissed, not like this. He was very tender when he nibbled at my bottom lip before tilting my head with a plea to open for him.
I wanted to push him away, reject his advances. Because, deep down, I knew it wasn’t Dean’s lips I wanted over mine. It was another blue-eyed boy who’d stomped all over my heart.
Axel stood you up! And Dean is here and willing. Live a little. For once.
But through all the confusion, something inside urged me to dive into this kiss. I scooted closer to him, kneeling between his legs. I placed myself in a downward angle, cupping my hands on either side of his face. He pulled me closer, placing both of his hands at the hem of my cami as he urged for access. He
I fell asleep with a pang of pain in my chest, like my heart was smashed in a million pieces. I knew I shouldn’t have been so hopeful. Yet, Axel did something to me that no one else could. He kept pulling and tugging me toward him, making my heart race, my palms sweat, and my lips tremble in longing. He made me feel vulnerable and weak. He made me feel .
This was either humiliating or incomprehensively humiliating.
I should’ve known better. Sitting in a circle with an assortment of horny teenagers would never end on a positive note.
My instincts, which I candidly ignored, told me that much. Here I was, in the middle of a staggered circle, music pounding against the walls, secluded amongst the most eager group of teenagers waiting for me to complete the impossible challenge. I looked around, catching glimpses of laughter and wobbly bodies swaying to the music.
Everyone. Except. Me.
I caught a glance of Pey, who straddled Landon, laughing and whispering into his ear. Her eyes twinkled jovially when she caught me staring. I glared back at her. She winked and averted her eyes toward the boy who sat in front of me, his hand on my knee, waiting eagerly for me to make my decision.
“This is your lucky day, Pernell.” Dean’s voice purred with mischief.
“Give him a big wet kiss, tongue and all.”
“Shut up, Hunter!” I growled between my gritted teeth.
“Rules are rules,” someone said dryly.
I looked up to note it was Serena who had spoken. She looked annoyed that I was holding up the game—truth or dare. How naïve was I to think this would be an easy game to play and I had more control over my emotions? But Dean found my weakness. I never back down from a challenge. And he easily provoked me to accept a dare.
“It’s fate, babe. Just kiss and get over it.” Pey spoke up.
Fate, my ass. Easy for her to say. She wasn’t about to kiss the douchebag. I was.
“Afraid you might fall madly, irrevocably in love with me?” Dean winked at me. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
I scoffed.
I knew for Dean this was more of a game, the conquest of another girl.
“Don’t make me beg, Pernell.”
The way Dean spoke my name almost persuaded me to accept my defeat. To say I was pissed would be the understatement of the century. I shot angry daggers at him, wishing one of them would hit him square in the eye, blinding him.
I didn’t know what came over me. It might have been the frustration and painful emotions from being stood up by Axel for our soccer date or the amount of alcohol in my system. Either way, I made up my mind. There was no way I was going to let this self-loving, arrogant, insignificant ass, who thought of himself as God’s gift to mankind, win. I licked my lips, shoving my nerves aside, pivoting toward him. Dean reached his hand toward me as he scooted closer.
He must have assumed what my choice was based on my physical crusade. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his with force.
At the initial touch, my eyes closed, feeling his warm lips move against mine—slowly, tenderly—exploring the bottom, then the top. He was gentle and it left me wanting more. Warmth seeped through my body all the way to my toes, making me light-headed. I’d never been kissed, not like this. He was very tender when he nibbled at my bottom lip before tilting my head with a plea to open for him.
I wanted to push him away, reject his advances. Because, deep down, I knew it wasn’t Dean’s lips I wanted over mine. It was another blue-eyed boy who’d stomped all over my heart.
Axel stood you up! And Dean is here and willing. Live a little. For once.
But through all the confusion, something inside urged me to dive into this kiss. I scooted closer to him, kneeling between his legs. I placed myself in a downward angle, cupping my hands on either side of his face. He pulled me closer, placing both of his hands at the hem of my cami as he urged for access. He
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