His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
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— 7 —
"So, he gave you his jacket?" Nikki asks for the third time.
"I just said that," I mutter, English book in hand.
"Yeah, but you don't seem nearly as excited about it as me," she whines.
"That's because there's nothing to be excited about," I say simply, closing my locker with a shrug.
"Face it, Nik, Cupcake's not the girl to swoon over a guy," Whit joins in.
"But Whitler, he's the definition of sexy," she says. "Especially when he smirks, my God."
"I'm not saying he's not drop-dead gorgeous, but we're talking about Cupcake here."
Nikki sighs. "Yeah, I know. Clearly, we need to have a girl-to-girl talk one of these days," she decides.
"Can't wait," I say sarcastically.
She hits my shoulder, making me laugh.
It's time for first block—the late bell is about to ring—but we're taking our time, messing around at my locker as I decide whether I want to stay the full day or skip my evening classes with Whit. It's tempting to drop everything after lunch, but it's only Monday, so even if I leave, I'll still have to deal with everything tomorrow.
Plus, Mother might still be at the house.
"But in all seriousness, how was it?" Nik asks, wrapping an arm around my neck. "Was it like watching a Sex God trying to be an ordinary man or what?"
I roll my eyes, looking over at Whitler for help. She looks as interested as Nikki, though, leaving me hanging.
I sigh. "Not really. He handed me his jacket, took my bags, and got in the car. It was weird, though. He was dressed in that leather jacket and a pair of jeans—completely different from when he's here—and it looked really good on him."
"I wish I could've seen it," Nikki says dreamily.
"Figures. Cupcake likes the sexy gangbangers. Why am I not surprised?" Whit inserts, shaking her head.
"Can you blame her?" Nikki looks at her. "I mean, he's hot in khakis and a button-down shirt. Imagine him in black jeans, a dark tee, and a leather jacket." She fans herself for dramatic effect. "I'm melting just thinking about it."
Whit smirks. "I'll be sure to let Leon know about your thing for leather jackets."
She tries to smack her arm but can't reach her. "You know what? Screw you."
"How's everything with him going, by the way?" I ask, hoping to distract them. "You two were pretty close Friday night."
"Ooo, real girl gossip. Please tell us, Ms. Nicole. I want to hear all about lover boy."
