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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— 9 —
Nikki latches onto me as soon as I step back in the room, both of her hands clasping mine uncomfortably tight. "What happened?"
"Nothing really," I say, shrugging. "He basically won her over."
"Yes!" she cheers. "I knew she couldn't resist his charm for long."
"It has nothing to do with charm, Nik," Leon says. "He's a good person."
I raise an eyebrow. "Since when did you decide this?"
"Ten minutes ago," he replies easily, face serious.
Nikki laughs, shaking her head. "I guess if Leon's decided it, it's official."
"Yeah, I mean, ten minutes is a serious amount for Leon; I can tell he's thought hard about this," TJ jabs, snickering when Nikki shoots him a glare.
"I'm this close from killing you," she announces.
TJ opens his mouth, presumably to make some sort of snarky response about Leon just to piss her off, but Trent hits his shoulder, stopping him short. "Drop it, TJ."
He pouts but does as he's told, deflating on the couch.
There's a click and the door opens, showing Chase and Whitler.
"Where did you two go?" Nikki asks, slyly winking at me as she heads over to them, "Making out in a corner is illegal, you know."
Whit rolls her eyes, but doesn't acknowledge Nik past that. "I guess it's fine," she states, looking at Leon.
He nods coolly, like he's not surprised. "At least you didn't hit him."
"It was a challenge," she admits, throwing a glare in Chase's direction. "The bastard is unbelievably irritating; I'm surprised Cupcake can put up with him."
"Homicide isn't far from my mind when I'm with him," I give her.
Chase raises a brow, smirking, but doesn't say anything.
"Well, now you're stuck with him," Leon says, looking me in the eye, "and you better listen to him."
This time, it's my turn to roll my eyes. "Whatever, father, I don't need a chauffeur. The person that did it is stuck in the school, remember?"
"Drop it, Cupcake," Calvin intervenes, "Just be thankful you're with Chase instead of one of us."
"Fine," I grumble. "Let's go."
He holds the door opened for me, making TJ and Nik squeal, and follows me down the hallway. His steps are easy, light, as he walks carefully behind me, like he's in the middle of some thought I'm not allowed to hear.
"Vixen!" a voice calls out.
I look down the hall, tilting my head at Ryan, whose jogging towards me. His dirty blonde hair is erratic, soft brown eyes almost worried as he measures me with them. The red tee is disheveled, jeans wrinkled, as he touches my shoulder.
