Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐄 |
If I had known it was going to be this fucking cold, I would've put on another hoodie. I didn't expect the temperature to drop this much from yesterday. It was all warm and windy yesterday but today the winds seem to carry ice with it as it breezes through me.
Even in this cold...
"Wanna get ice creams?" Holly looks up at me.
I frown at her, tucking my hands deep into the pockets of my hoodie. "Seriously?"
"What?"
"It's so cold," I say.
"That's the fun." She grins. "Come on. It's on me."
I shake my head. "I already told you I'm paying for everything today."
"It's alright, it's just an ice cream." She reaches into her pocket.
I grab her hand to stop her. A tiny jolt goes through my body at the contact with her skin but I quickly calm myself before I jump away. "Nope."
Leaving her hand, I reach into my pocket and pull out a few crumpled notes and hand it to her. "Do you really have to get ice creams in this cold though? I'm freezing." As if on cue, my teeth give a light chatter.
"I'm not." She grins brightly. "I'm feeling quite warm."
I look at her outfit for the fifth time that evening and still can't believe how the fuck can she survive with those clothes. She's wearing a white tank top tucked into high-waisted jeans. That's all.
"My hands are numb," I tell her.
"Want me to warm them for you?" She holds out her hands for me.
Shyness creeps into me.
"Get the ice creams before the notes fly off with the wind."
"You're not coming with me?" She asks.
"It's right over there." I gesture behind her where the ice cream man has his truck parked beside a tree in the park.
"Lazyass."
"Shut up."
Murmuring another word directed at me under her breath, she stands up from our bench and walks away to the ice cream truck.
I would've gone after her but goddamn, this cold weather is rattling my bones. I should've told Holly to get me something steaming, like tea or hot chocolate, instead of ice cream.
But according to her, eating ice cream in cold weather is one of her definitions of fun. So I guess I'll eat it.
I pull out my hands from my pockets to blow warm breath on them. They feel numb and stiff as I bend and flex them. My hood is already drawn over my head and covering half my face against the wind.
