Meet Jade Cross, New York City's infamous heartbreaker-better known as the Black Widow.
She plays with guys at her will and, once she's had her fun, leaves them with a broken heart and a red kiss at the corner of their lips-her trademark.
Her latest...
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Jesse's POV
How could someone look like that while they were asleep? It didn't seem remotely fair.
Jade had somehow managed to occupy most of the bed despite barely moving, curled into the pillow with her black hair scattered around her face. Meanwhile, I was standing there like an idiot, apparently incapable of deciding whether I should wake her or continue staring until I became officially creepy.
"Take a picture, Jessica," she murmured, without so much as opening her eyes. "It'll last longer."
I froze.
There was absolutely no reasonable response to that, so naturally, I did the first thing that came to mind.
I took a picture.
The click of my phone camera made one of her eyes snap open. A second later she pushed herself upright, staring at me with an expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement.
"You did not just take a picture."
I shrugged, trying to look far less embarrassed than I felt. "You told me to."
Jade rolled her eyes, but there was something almost fond hidden beneath the sarcasm. I found myself moving toward the bed before I'd consciously decided to, eventually sitting beside her.
For a moment, neither of us said anything.
Then Jade leaned forward until her forehead rested against mine.
My eyes closed instinctively.
The whole thing should've felt strange. Jade and peaceful weren't exactly two concepts I'd learned to associate with each other, and yet there was something unsettlingly natural about sitting there with her, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her breath against my face.
For one dangerous second, it felt right.
I exhaled slowly. "This was a mistake."
Jade opened her eyes, those hazel irises appearing through her lashes as she studied me. There was something about the way she looked at people that always made me feel like she knew more than she was letting on.
Which sounded ridiculous, I knew.
But there really wasn't another way to describe it.
"And why is that?" she asked, her voice quieter now.
Her gaze drifted toward my mouth.
Mine almost followed.
I caught myself leaning closer and immediately pulled back. "Jaaade."
One eyebrow rose innocently.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "I know what you're doing."
