Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

When we both arrive at the library, there's a freshman already sitting with her, making eyes at her like she hung the fucking moon, and I immediately decide he has to die.

The Mounty smells too good, too inviting, too alluring to my completely fucked state and with my eyes shut like this there’s nothing else to focus on except the way that she’s tucked in tight against me. Thank God my words are all fucked up because no matter how hard I try to tell her that I want her, that I’m sorry for being such a dick to her, and that really I’m the one desperately hoping she picks me, they never come out right.

I ignore her glare and the way that her rejection makes me want to destroy something. I might kill someone at fight club tonight.

Why the fuck is she the most confusing girl I’ve ever been around, and why does that make me want her more?

How can I talk her into coming up the coast with me so we can spend the time together, safe and fed and happy. Fuck, it isn't even about getting to have her there with me.

Fuck, I don’t like her being uncomfortable for any reason, but this is one case that I can actually do something about it without risking her either running away from me or punching me in the fucking throat.

She smiles, a real and fucking beautiful smile, and I ignore my chest tightening up over it.

And no matter how hard I fucking try, I can’t stop thinking about her and I’ll hold onto this hate I have for her with everything I have because if I let it go? What do I have then? Nothing but the fact that she might just love my sister like I do.

Every time I look at her I feel like the air has been knocked out of my lungs and it’s getting harder and harder to play it cool around her.

grab the Mounty’s hand and tug her back over to my side. There’s no way I’m having her doubt me, not over this bitch. Not over anything, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as I am about her. Whatever it takes, she’s going to be mine.

Fuck, I’m getting desperate for a sign that she actually gives a fuck about me. Something I can work with, because she’s the first thing on my mind every morning and the last thing running around creating chaos in my head—on the rare occasions that I get some fucking sleep.

I’m not leaving this room until she’s mine.

I don’t need to know all of the details to know that she’s fucking it for me. She’s everything I want and now I have her, I’m not going to fuck this shit up.

I cup her face in my hands, gently because she’s fucking tiny in my arms, and when her breath hitches a little in her throat, I pull her back into my lips. She kisses me like she’s with me in this worship and, fuck, I’m done for. This is it. This is the only girl I’m ever going to fucking want.

Mostly because I can’t fucking believe I’m kissing her finally, after months of trying not to think about it. The second she kisses me back, her mouth opening and her tongue dancing across mine, I lose myself in her lips.

Why did she have to be so fucking… perfect. Why did she have to be everything that I needed, everything I didn’t even fucking know that I wanted, and also be completely unattainable?

She’s the ache in my chest that I can’t cure, no matter how hard I try.

I can’t fucking help how badly I want to be between them, have them wrapped around my head as I eat her out every fucking day for the rest of my life.

I’m playing for keeps this time.

She’s already the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last person on my mind every night.

And in four sentences she grants me the absolution I do not deserve but so desperately crave.

I kiss her like I've never kissed a girl before. I kiss her like she's the only fucking drug I'll ever need pumping through my veins, like I don't fucking care that she's going to be my downfall and that doing this is the end of everything I love and covet in my life. I kiss her like it doesn't matter that I'm betraying two of the most important and vital people in my life. I kiss her like I love her.

If I was brutally honest, I’d tell her she’s the melody in my head now, the sweet notes that get me through each day, and that Ash, Harley, and Avery have been my family since grade school and yet she tempts me to fucking ruin everything with them just to keep her and that terrifies me.

I’m obsessed with the shape of her lips when she smiles, the dry sound of her sarcastic laugh, and the fire that burns in her eyes when she’s fucking seething with rage.