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found a student already in the stacks. He was dressed casually, in faded denim jeans and a black fitted shirt, leaned back against the shelves, his eyes closed and expression calm.
His eyes popped open, and I was greeted by the darkest green irises I’d ever seen, framed by inky black lashes.
natural blond highlighting strands of his brown hair, perfect bronze skin, and those spectacular eyes.
“What the fuck were you thinking? You can’t just kiss random guys without speaking to them!”
There was something vaguely familiar about his hazel eyes and impeccably neat golden-brown hair.
Was it still classified as assault when they kissed you back? Maybe more of an uninvited attack via the lips…which actually didn’t sound any better.
For a second our gazes locked and he ground to an immediate halt. Color drained from his golden skin like he’d just seen a ghost, and then he shook it off, a smile breaking through whatever had shocked him as he approached and took the vacant seat on my other side.
Have a good day, Miss Lewis. I’m sure we can speak another time…in the library perhaps?” Fuck a goddamn duck, is he flirting? Panicked, I just nodded. “I do like libraries.”
“Eve,” I mumbled, the pounding in my head so intense I needed to close my eyes. “Call me Eve.” He gave a small, husky laugh. “More like Lilith than Eve with lips like that.”
“I wasn’t anywhere you, Psycho Barbie. Not even I could move twenty feet in a few seconds. I think that blow to your head might have rattled your few brain cells out of your broken nose.”
I could be the voice of reason in a room filled with stupid men.
Maybe we needed to finally talk things out. Or fuck. I knew which one had my vote.
You pulled a gun on me; I poison your food. It was called balance. Or karma.
Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.
You had to bring more to the table than superficial status symbols for me to give you my time or energy.
I really, really needed to have a serious chat with him before I slipped and fell onto his dick.
“Jealousy isn’t a bad thing, Lilith. It just makes things…spicy. Trust me to manage my own emotions, beautiful.”
Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.
I also decided long ago not to waste days. You never know how many you have.
we had no idea how long we’d be on this gravity ball,
He was the predator, but I refused to become his prey.
“You know it’s illegal to have more than one wife, right? Sure you want to tie yourself down?” “For you, I’d tie myself to anything. Mostly the bed, but also other things.”
“You’re a nosy, annoying brat, and I will figure out how to punish you for this. But that won’t work if you pass out and die right now. So I need you to calm the fuck down. Now.”
“Absolutely the fuck not. Nothing happened, Connor. Nothing. I never ever want to talk about it, and so help me if you tell Andrew—or Ethan—that we kissed, I will cut your dick off and make you swallow it.”
“Vicious brat.
“Maybe I should get kidnapped more often.”
My body hummed, as if adrenaline scorched through me, even though I’d done nothing more than kiss two guys and fight with a third. Oh, and get kidnapped with a fourth and ride on a motorbike with a fifth.
If all the fucked up in my life continued, pretty soon the trauma would just merge as one, and eventually I’d be remade in the strongest version of myself. Or completely shattered. Time would tell.
Andrew might think this was a short-term assignment, but I knew better. She was ours now. For good.
“I could fuck all five of you on a regular, rotating schedule,” I shot back, as their eyes widened and jaws slackened, “and that still wouldn’t give you the right to dictate my life. Not now. Or ever.”
“Evie belongs to Evie.”
“Right, babe,” Brodie confirmed. “You get a claim as well, but that doesn’t take away from my claim. And I have you tonight, which was booked many weeks ago.”
When you were concerned, you discussed those concerns with the other person. Demanding I stay without even listening or talking to me about it was a whole other red flag.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Evelyn. Like…almost fucking certain.”
“There are no rules or timeframe for this. We just do what feels right for as long as it feels right.”
Yeah, maybe that was the key. Always sleep with a gorgeous, somewhat dangerous man.
“I knew I’d tame the brat into a good girl.”
If any of them cost me Eve with this bullshit, I will murder them.” Well well, who knew the threat of murder could be so romantic?
“Don’t tease me, Brodie Keller, or the movie industry will be down one superhero.”
“On Wednesdays, we wear hideous suits.”
“To be perfectly fucking clear, brat, you do not need to lose any weight. You just need better survivability. That’s all. If anything, you should eat more.”
“Clearly I decided I was so done with running and figured I’d deliberately trip over a rock to break my own ankle.”
Men really were the stupidest creatures on this earth.
“I think you can do better than treating her like that,” I shot back. “Your girlfriend should come first, you know. And that includes her emotions. You might think you’re covering all bases by protecting her from other people, but what about from you? Don’t be the guy she needs protecting from. If you can’t be better, then don’t be surprised if she finds better.”
“If I wanted to talk about my feelings, I’d have called my therapist.”
