“I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me you know it was me that night.”
Piper and I stared at one another, her green eyes laced with so much emotion I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what she was feeling. The one thing I did know was that she was simmering with something big.
“Admit it, Piper. If you’re going to stoop to that level, at least have the decency to admit it to my face.”
Piper teetered her pink lip back and forth between her teeth. My car was charged with so much rising energy that I was certain one of us would explode soon.
Anger was beginning to lace the surface of my feelings, and I was trying desperately to reel it in before I said something I regretted, but the thought of Piper spilling my darkest secret had me second-guessing the nature of our relationship. Maybe she really does hate me.
I licked my lips before prodding her even further. “Do you remember how I made you feel that night?”
Because fuck, I did.
The room was dark, not even a sliver of moon shone through the window. I could barely see anything in front of me, but that was okay. I didn’t need to see the girl standing here to know who she was.
I spotted her the second I walked into this party. How no one noticed me, I’ll never know, as I didn’t even go to this school. But alas, I was here, and when she came into my sight, I was stuck to my spot against the wall. She had a bright and pretty face, free of too much makeup, and her hair was the color of a fallen leaf in the middle of autumn. On the outside, she looked sweet and innocent, but her body language was telling me something different. And now that we were alone in this room together, I sensed it was something along the lines of anger.
“So, a secret for a secret?” I whispered around the softness of her ear. Her lithe body quaked, and I smirked. “I told you mine. Now you tell me yours.”
I heard her lips part. “I did something.”
My hand pushed her hair back from resting along her shoulder, my dick pulsing in my jeans. “You did? What was that?”
Her chest rose and fell swiftly, her head falling to the side, giving me access to her neck. My mouth was a breath away as she answered.
“I did something bad. Really, really bad.”
I paused, keeping myself from sucking on her skin. Damn, she smelled fucking good. Too good. “And did it feel good to be bad? I get the sense that you’re a good girl.” Which was exactly why I was trying to give her an out.
She gulped. “It did in the moment.”
I didn’t say anything. I knew I should have told her to leave, that if she was a good girl, maybe she shouldn’t be in a room at a Wellington Prep party with a guy she didn’t know, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. So, I just stood there, my hands wrapped around her jean-clad waist, my mouth hovering over her neck.
Somehow, she took a step closer to me, and now her tits were rubbing on my chest. Fuck.
“I wanna be bad again.”
Fuck me. My dick throbbed, begging to be free from my boxers. “Are you sure you wanna be bad? If you’re a good girl, maybe you shouldn’t be in this room with me.”
“Are you saying you’re a bad boy?”
I chuckled against her ear. “Depends on who you ask.”
Her soft breath hit my cheek as she turned her head. “I’m asking you.”
“What do you think?” My heart was flying throughout my chest. I hated having small talk with a girl, except for right now. I felt lighter after spilling my secret to her. I told this girl something I hadn’t told a single fucking soul, and for some reason, that made me feel insanely comfortable with her. She asked why I was alone in this room, and I came right out and told her. A secret for a secret.
“I think you’re a good guy, because you’ve yet to kiss me or act on that hard-on you’re sporting.”
My eyes glanced down to my dick rubbing against her, even though I couldn’t see shit.
“But…” She swallowed, and my head came back up. “Do you think you can be a bad boy right now? Because even though I’m a good girl, I really wanna be bad…with you.?
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