Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

I wanted to hate him. I’d wanted to for years. Even now I couldn’t manage it.

I wondered if he kissed the way he walked. If that swagger reached those full fucking lips, and how easily they’d give beneath mine.

“The fuck are you doing to me, Farrow?” He spoke in a raspy, wrecked way that lit me up, like I’d stumbled upon a key that unlocked a part of himself he’d forgotten.

How long had I wanted him? It was longer than the length of time I’d known with absolute certainty I couldn’t have him. Not for the long term, anyway.

Chet: I want to take you out. Mark: Mafia style? Or like to dinner and a movie.

he occupied the back of my mind like he’d bought property there, moved in, and repainted.