♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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My lips mold against Tara's, and my hands sneak under her shirt, splaying over her lower back.
I can't stop kissing her. Don't want to, even though I know I'm trying to fix my fuckup with sex.
I place open-mouthed kisses on Tara's neck and grind my hips against hers, pressing her into the mattress.
"Bast."
Her voice is barely above a whisper, but luckily, it breaks through the lust-induced haze.
I prop myself up on my forearms so I can see her expression. "Yeah?"
"Would you be mad if we...if we stopped?"
Concern tightens its icy grasp around my throat. Did I misread the signs? She kissed me first, didn't she?
"No, of course not." I swallow and caress Tara's face with the back of my hand. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I just..." Tara's fingertips feather over my bare chest. "I can't get into it, and you deserve better. We both do."
"Okay. Do you want me to leave?"
Asking is the right thing to do, although the possibility of an affirmative answer terrifies me. No, I don't want to leave. I want to sleep with her even if we do nothing else.
A smile shadows her mouth. "No. Stay."
I kiss her cheek and roll onto my back. Even though she lets me hug her as she switches off the light, a fucking rock forms in my stomach.
It feels as if something broke, and I'm shit at fixing things.
***
I pop awake after what feels like a couple hours of sleep, but it might be less. Worry oppresses me, intensifying when I don't find Tara in bed.
Where the hell can she be?
I throw the comforter aside and sit, roaming the bedroom with my eyes. The en suite is dark. I get up and pad to the door.
Not a single light in the apartment is on, but I hear a faint sound of Tara's voice and walk toward it.
I halt in the living room doorway. She's sitting on the kitchen counter with the phone pressed to her ear, rubbing the hem of her shirt between her fingers.
"Yes, Dr. Jennings. I can be there tomorrow after class. Do you think I might need medication again?"
I vaguely remember Tara mentioning that name before. Right. Her therapist. That's who the guy is, and she's calling him at night.
Anguish grips my throat. If she needs meds, it's bad. And she said again.
After I listened to Elena's bullshit. After I behaved like a jerk and made her cry. After I kissed the fuck out of her without making sure we were on the same page.
