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Ihate Tyler Adams.Hating him would be my religion if musicwasn’t.
But he’s here, facing me, his hair falling across the pillow in a dark cascade. His eyelashes are thick and so long it’s unfair. His mouth is parted in sleep, the top bow firm and the bottomlush.
I’m freaking out, my heart racing a mile aminute.
He’s warm. His heat emanates from his body, inviting mecloser.
I hate how much I wantto.
I want. I want. Iwant.
My thighs press together because if there’s a response to that realization that doesn’t involve a rush of heat flowing south, I don’t know what itis.
Of course I’d never let him know that when he’s awake, but he’snot.
Thank God he’snot.
I shift in bed, wincing as my musclesache.
Perfect.
There’s a reason I’ve never had sex, and if I were going to, he’s the last guy I’d sleepwith.
He could have so much more than this stupid place, this stupid school… Instead he sold me out for a bunch of dumb, richassholes.
Tyler groans, and my heartleaps.
When he shifts, rolling onto his back and exposing even more beautifully carved torso, the covers ride low on hiships.
Not quite low enough to see if he’s wearing anything. Iswallow.
I couldlook.
Don’t fuckinglook.
I press my hands to my eyes as if it’ll erase the image of the beautiful guy next tome.
Two days ago, all I cared about was being on stage, impressing my rock-star father, and not falling for Oakwood Prep’s rebel prince, TylerAdams.
But when his eyes start toopen…
I know I’m well and trulyscrewed.
* * *
Two daysearlier
“Areyou going to fuck it or just fantasize about it allday?”
The syrupy sweet voice makes me cut off my chorus halfway through aline.
“Your spoon.” The platinum blonde in the front row crosses one tan leg over the other, making her plaid skirt ride up. “You’re staring at it like you wantto—“
“She’s a mermaid, Carly. She wants to be human. It’s an emotional moment.” My hand tightens on the flatware from the school dininghall.
“Whatever, Little Virgin Annie. And you?” Carly turns to the corner of the stage, where Jenna’s reading her lines behind a curtain of straight, dark hair. “You’re wearing a garbage bag for a tail. You lookhomeless.”