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TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Edited

After our argument, Don changes. He smiles more often; he does a lot of things differently. My favorite being the kisses he gives me often. He still doesn't touch me, not like I am even ready to lose my virginity, but I really love the way he kisses me.

I try to move away from the bed, but Don tightens his grip on my waist. So he is awake.

"Let me go. I'll be late for school."

"That's not important." Why is he doing this? I know what to do, I think as I smile wickedly within me.

"It is, Don, this is not about you alone. You don't get to be selfish and decide for me," I said with a frown. Don immediately stopped smiling as he held my hand.

"I'm sorry. I was just kidding. Of course, this is about us. I'm not being selfish," he says, explaining, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing? I'm trying to apologize." He frowns.

"That did the trick. You left my waist," I said, laughing.

"For the last time, Price—" he starts.

"Let's wait and see," I say, smiling.

"Promise not to trick me again."

"No."

"Promise," he repeats as he starts to tickle me.

"Please stop, please stop," I beg as I laugh. He knows how ticklish I am.

"Only if I get a kiss."

"No!"

"I want a kiss," he whines like a child.

"No," I stated as he continues tickling me.

"Please."

"Fine. One kiss," I say, and he stops tickling me.

He pulls me closer to him and kisses me.

"That's it. I—" He cut me off with another kiss. He kisses me like his life depends on it. Well, it does. He trails his kisses down to my neck as a moan escapes my lips.

"I'm going to be late," I complain.

"I own your school. Nothing is going to happen."

"Don!" I said firmly, and he stops kissing me.

"As much as I would love to have you to myself, you can't miss school, especially when your final exams are on the way," he says.

"Exactly what I've been saying!" I smile sheepishly.

"Get dressed before I change my mind," he said. I run to the bathroom giggling.

We eat breakfast together.

"Ready?" he asks.

"No," I say as I run to the room to get my bag.

"Good to go," I said.

"Excuse me," he states as he receives a call. He comes back with a frown.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's nothing to worry about." He nods.

"Ok," I say. The journey is unusually silent. I was perturbed.