Extraits

The chick ran, actually freaking ran. My mouth dropped open. What in the hell had just happened?

Lune&Plume

“Whoa,” I said. “You okay, sweetheart?” No response for about a half minute, and I started to get real concerned. Then she dragged in a deep breath, causing her chest to rise flush against mine. I froze at the feel of her curves. Definitely not a middle schooler, unless they were developing in ways they hadn’t when I was there. And, if so, I was fucking envious of those boys. Okay, now I felt like I needed a shower, because even that disturbed me.

Lune&Plume

I don’t know what it was about her, maybe it was everything, but it had never felt this good before, this strong and intense with anyone else.

I was glad she was asleep, because the thought of her knowing how badly my hands shook would probably have been embarrassing as hell. Boy, they were trembling too, like I’d never touched a girl before.

“Go out with me.” “No,” she whispered. I grinned slightly, and her chest fell, her shoulders relaxed, as if she needed to hear this. “There’s always tomorrow.” She followed me up the stairs. “Tomorrow’s not going to change anything.” “We’ll see.” “There’s nothing to see. You’re wasting your time.” “When it concerns you, it’s never a waste of my time.” And that was the damn truth.

I asked Avery out at least twice a week. Each time, she said no and each time, I became even more determined. At some point in the middle of astronomy, as she hastily took notes, and I sketched the Winchesters’ Chevy Impala, I recognized that the whole challenge aspect of this chase was no longer really in the equation.

“I asked her out.” Jase didn’t look that interested. “Okay.” “She turned me down.” His head swung toward me, his dove-gray eyes sparkling with interest. “What?” “Yep.” I fell back into the couch, grinning. “Turned me down flat.” Leaning onto the arm of the couch, Jase laughed so hard I think he hurt his stomach. “I like this girl.” “So do I,” I said, sighing. “So do I.”

“What I’m saying is that . . .” She stopped, brows knitting into the deep V again. “Why are you being so nice to me?” My mouth formed around the words “what the fuck.” “Is that a serious question?” Shortcake ducked her gaze. “Yes.” I stared at her and waited for her to say she was joking, but she didn’t. A knot formed in my chest, coming out of nowhere. Suddenly it was painfully obvious to me, and I mean painfully. Shortcake wasn’t just awkward, she was obviously on the friendless side of things, and I don’t know why that affected me. It shouldn’t have. I barely knew the girl and guiding her into conversation was as easy as disarming a bomb with your teeth, but it did bother me.

With my empty hand, I smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip. A jolt of something zinged up my arm and went straight to my cock. She stilled, her chest rising sharply and eyes widening. My hand lingered longer than it should have, but not as long as I wanted. Her lip was soft under my finger, her chin smooth against my palm. I forced myself to pull away. There hadn’t been a damn crumb on her lip. I was a liar. But I wanted to touch her. “Got it.” I smiled. She looked flustered.

The chick ran, actually freaking ran. My mouth dropped open. What in the hell had just happened?