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Authors: Lauren Landish, Willow Winters
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Zane for my affliction. If he would just stay away from me, I wouldn’t be spending half my time thinking naughty thoughts and fighting my desire for him. I’m starting to wonder why I’m even fighting him. It’s not like it’d be the worst thing in the world to give in a little. He’d be a distraction though. Not like a coffee shop where I could just pick up and leave whenever I wanted.
I can already tell he’d be an addiction. And then when I was at his mercy and begging for his touch, he’d break me. Yeah, that’s why I need to stay away.
By the time I turn the corner and the condo comes into view, I’m tired. I’ve been walking across campus all day and the bag I’m carrying feels like it weighs a ton. My shoulders feel sore.
I’m halfway there when I hear, “You look like you had a rough day, peaches.” The deep voice sends a chill down my spine, and I have to close my eyes.
Is this guy a ghost or something? Seriously, he always seems to appear without warning.
I turn to see Zane standing there with that cocky smirk on his face. His hair is slicked back, he’s wearing blue jeans, and a white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off his bulging biceps and tattoos. Tatted and ripped. That describes him perfectly.
I don’t know what it is, but he seems to get hotter every time I see him , I think, practically salivating over the sexy bad boy.
I scowl at him to hide my lust, letting him know he’s nothing special.
“Where did you come from?” I demand coolly. I’m sure as shit not going to let him know how he really affects me. He’d only try harder if he knew how I’ve started thinking about him at night. His bedroom is right across from mine, and I’m ashamed to admit how I’ve peeked through my curtains a time or two. I’ve already decided we need to move when this lease is up.
Zane twists his chiseled features into a mocking pout. “Damn, I don’t get a 'Hi, how are you?'”
I cross my arms across my breasts. “No,” I say flatly. I want to say, I’m not going to be nice to you when you make me feel so… sexually frustrated. “Sorry.” I tack on the sorry and only partly feel like a complete bitch. I need to push this guy away. He’s no good for me. If that means I have to be a bitch, so be it. He’ll get the hint and leave me alone.
Zane lets out a mock sigh. “Damn, and here I was thinking that you couldn’t wait to kiss me.”
Despite pretending to be bitchy, Zane seems to sense I want to kiss him. Badly.
It only further irritates me.
“No, what I can’t wait to do, is go inside and take a nice hot shower.”
Zane’s right eyebrow shoots up. “A hot shower, huh?”
I curse inwardly for making myself an easy target, my face flaming from his implication. “Yeah, now out of my way.” I barge on past Zane, intent on leaving him in the dust. But he’s not about to let me get away, walking me down in two quick strides. Come on! What do I have to do to get him to pick on someone else?
“Not so fast, peaches. Let me handle that load for you.” Without asking, he removes my bag from my shoulders. My arms slip the loops before I can stop them, and I whip around to face him. I swear sparks penetrate my shirt when his hands get near me.
“Better now?” he asks.
I open my mouth to say a biting reply, but then close it. Despite his playfulness, Zane is only being a gentleman to me, and I’m treating him like crap. Maybe I should stop being so abrasive toward him and give him a chance.
But that’s what he wants, I argue with myself. For me to let my guard down so he can get in. If he’s being nice, it’s only because he wants to win this little game since I’m probably the first girl that’s turned him down in years, and he can’t handle it.
I do have to admit my shoulders feel a lot better without the heavy weight on them.
“Yes,” I say grudgingly as I roll my shoulders. “But you didn’t have to do that. It’s only a few more steps.”
“I didn’t
I can already tell he’d be an addiction. And then when I was at his mercy and begging for his touch, he’d break me. Yeah, that’s why I need to stay away.
By the time I turn the corner and the condo comes into view, I’m tired. I’ve been walking across campus all day and the bag I’m carrying feels like it weighs a ton. My shoulders feel sore.
I’m halfway there when I hear, “You look like you had a rough day, peaches.” The deep voice sends a chill down my spine, and I have to close my eyes.
Is this guy a ghost or something? Seriously, he always seems to appear without warning.
I turn to see Zane standing there with that cocky smirk on his face. His hair is slicked back, he’s wearing blue jeans, and a white, short-sleeved shirt that shows off his bulging biceps and tattoos. Tatted and ripped. That describes him perfectly.
I don’t know what it is, but he seems to get hotter every time I see him , I think, practically salivating over the sexy bad boy.
I scowl at him to hide my lust, letting him know he’s nothing special.
“Where did you come from?” I demand coolly. I’m sure as shit not going to let him know how he really affects me. He’d only try harder if he knew how I’ve started thinking about him at night. His bedroom is right across from mine, and I’m ashamed to admit how I’ve peeked through my curtains a time or two. I’ve already decided we need to move when this lease is up.
Zane twists his chiseled features into a mocking pout. “Damn, I don’t get a 'Hi, how are you?'”
I cross my arms across my breasts. “No,” I say flatly. I want to say, I’m not going to be nice to you when you make me feel so… sexually frustrated. “Sorry.” I tack on the sorry and only partly feel like a complete bitch. I need to push this guy away. He’s no good for me. If that means I have to be a bitch, so be it. He’ll get the hint and leave me alone.
Zane lets out a mock sigh. “Damn, and here I was thinking that you couldn’t wait to kiss me.”
Despite pretending to be bitchy, Zane seems to sense I want to kiss him. Badly.
It only further irritates me.
“No, what I can’t wait to do, is go inside and take a nice hot shower.”
Zane’s right eyebrow shoots up. “A hot shower, huh?”
I curse inwardly for making myself an easy target, my face flaming from his implication. “Yeah, now out of my way.” I barge on past Zane, intent on leaving him in the dust. But he’s not about to let me get away, walking me down in two quick strides. Come on! What do I have to do to get him to pick on someone else?
“Not so fast, peaches. Let me handle that load for you.” Without asking, he removes my bag from my shoulders. My arms slip the loops before I can stop them, and I whip around to face him. I swear sparks penetrate my shirt when his hands get near me.
“Better now?” he asks.
I open my mouth to say a biting reply, but then close it. Despite his playfulness, Zane is only being a gentleman to me, and I’m treating him like crap. Maybe I should stop being so abrasive toward him and give him a chance.
But that’s what he wants, I argue with myself. For me to let my guard down so he can get in. If he’s being nice, it’s only because he wants to win this little game since I’m probably the first girl that’s turned him down in years, and he can’t handle it.
I do have to admit my shoulders feel a lot better without the heavy weight on them.
“Yes,” I say grudgingly as I roll my shoulders. “But you didn’t have to do that. It’s only a few more steps.”
“I didn’t
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