PAUL...
"Please."
That's all he had to say. I was powerless to stop when that sweet word came rolling off his tongue. There was just something about Paul Lahote and that sexy voice of his that I just couldn't shake. I didn't know how to tell him...
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"You have to let me go, Paul."
He sighed deeply, squeezing one more time before releasing me from his death grip. "Sorry," he muttered when his eyes met mine. I held my hand out for my shirt and he sheepishly handed it back.
I turned my back to him as I slid my tank top over my head. I felt him step up behind me, tugging on the hem and smoothing the fabric down. "I liked you better without it," he teased, cautiously placing his hands on my hips and resting his head on my shoulder.
I shrugged away from him and started collecting my things. "We can't always get what we want," I snarked.
Paul's eyes followed me around the room as I picked up my discarded backpack and the books that had fallen out when I dropped it. I turned to face him, only to find he was blocking the door and scowling. "You're leaving?"
I opened my eyes widely and nodded slowly. "Yeah."
"Come on, Keegan. How long are you gonna stay mad at me?" he whined.
I cocked my head and sighed. "As long as it takes for you to realize you really fucked up, Paul. I mean, what was your endgame? Watching me die a virgin?"
"No! I wanted this, what we had before I told you. I've been dying to kiss you and see where this would lead. I've been working up the courage to tell you how I felt. Don't you even wanna see what we could have together?" He paused and lifted his hand to cradle the back of my neck. "I know you've wanted this for a while, Kee. Why are you gonna deny yourself something we both want?" he whispered huskily as his mouth neared mine.
I let my eyes drift closed, so damn tempted to forget my pride and just get lost in him. Before our lips could make contact, I pulled away and held him back with a flattened palm. "Do you realize how messed up it is that you knew how badly I wanted you and you still kept me at a distance? And if you didn't want me, then why couldn't you just let me go?"
"I do want you. I was just too scared to do anything about it."
I scoffed. "You? Scared of a girl? You've never been afraid to approach a girl. If you were, you wouldn't have been banging all those girls in our class."
Paul grimaced. "I didn't." He paused and his facial expression changed to a smirk. "Rumors of my sexual conquests have been greatly exaggerated." His index finger tapped the tip of my nose before he added, "And you're jealous."
I rolled my eyes and tried to push past him. "Eat a dick, Paul."
He chuckled as I pathetically shoved him away from the door. He swung around to get behind me, pressing his palm to the door when I tried to open it. "We could be so good together," he promised, his voice low and growly.
"It's too late," I replied, trying my best not to get swept away by his hard body pressing against me from behind or the way his words sent electric shocks straight to my core. "Just let me go."
