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His lips part slightly, so I do the same with mine. When his tongue slides into my mouth, I welcome it. I’ve never kissed a boy before, but this is exactly how I’d imagined it would be. It’s perfect. Jagger is the first to break the kiss, but his hand stays on my cheek. “First time?” he asks, a softness to his tone. I nod, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. “That obvious?”
Temptation is getting stronger and I’m not sure how long either of us will be able to resist. The physical attraction is real, and lately, my feelings have been brewing for Jagger. I try to ignore them and maintain whatever friendship we have, but it’s getting harder and harder.
“Why won’t you look at me, Scar?” My stomach flip-flops, and when I don’t respond, he tips my chin up so that I’m looking right at him. “What’s there to look at?” I cast my eyes down, even though he doesn’t drop my chin. God, he’s gorgeous. Tall, toned, and tanned. His sultry honey eyes match the dampened tips of hair that shimmer like gold. Every inch of his body is perfectly sculpted. My heart pitter-patters when his thumb grazes my lower lip. “Me.” He tips my chin again. “Look at me, Scar.”
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and I inhale his single breath. My heart swells, and I want to stay in this moment for an eternity. “I love you, too.”
“Have you seen Scar?” he asks, his gaze dancing over my shoulder. My lips purse together and I skim the room casually. “No,” I lie, “haven’t seen her.” He steps past me in search of his girlfriend, while I go straight to where she’s at.
“There’s something I need to tell you, Scar.” “Can it wait? I’m really worried about what's going down at the Ruins. Riley’s there and Crew’s gonna wonder where we’re at.” And just like that, my heart splinters. “Yeah. Of course. We’ll try again tomorrow.” Same song, different dance. What the fuck was I thinking?
What I wouldn’t give to be that bottle right now. Fuck. I want to devour her mouth. Scratch that. I need to devour her mouth—and her body. I want it all. Every last bit of her. Her tears after a hard day. Her smiles when she’s happy. Even her attitude when she’s in a mood. I’ll savor it all. Crew will never appreciate those small moments the way I will. He can never fully give himself to her because he’s so hung up on his place in the Society.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Scarlett.” His words are a song in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking bowlegged for days. Then, I’m gonna fuck you again.”
I’m not sure if I’ll ever regret what we just did, but I hope Crew can forgive me for wanting to do it again.
To whoever finds this, We tried our damnedest to get out. We almost made it. But Jagger Cole’s continuous shouting and swearing drove me batshit crazy. So I killed him and ran away. Don’t look for me, Scarlett Sunder
Suddenly, I see everything clearly. Neo blames me for every bad thing that has happened in his life. But does he put any of that blame on Jagger? Or even on Crew? Deep down, does he really hate us all?
Neo holds up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.” I cough, covering up the sound of me muttering, “Bullshit.” Crew takes my hand and we pass by Neo. As we do, Crew says, “It’s three fingers dumbass.” “Damn. Jagger must’ve really loosened her up, but okay, if she insists on three.”
Damn. I suddenly have the urge to be a better person every day. How can I not when I get rewarded with that?
“Such a gentleman.” “Only with you. Mark my words, only with you.”
