Off-Limits

"You've got marshmello-" he started, but didn't finish.

Before I could ask what he meant, his hand came up gently, and his thumb swiped across the corner of my mouth-right side. My breath caught.

He brought his thumb to his lips and licked it clean.

And the whole time, he never broke eye contact.

I swallowed hard, something hitching in my chest. My pulse betrayed me-racing even faster, as I forced myself to take a step back, then another, until I turned around completely.

"You can't do that." I said sharply, shaking my head, trying to get air back into my lungs.

"Why not?" His voice was low, taunting, the words brushing the shell of my ear, as he came up behind me, causing me to shiver. "Explain it to me. Because if you can explain to me why I shouldn't, then I'll stop. But if not..."

"What?" I spun around, jaw tight, heat rising up my neck. "What will you do, huh?"

His brow arched, slow and amused. "You really wanna know?"

I nodded once, firm. A challenge.

And then something shifted. His expression darkened-not the usual brooding mask, but something else. Hotter. Wilder.

He stepped closer, and suddenly, there was no space left. His mouth hovered just above mine, his breath warm, the air tense.

"I'll kiss you fucking senseless, Maddy. That's what I'll do."

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Madison Torres has never been shook before. Not by anyone, not even by a jealous bully, who thinks she can push any and everyone around, because Madison doesn't take anyone's bullshit.

But when she runs into Spencer Campbell, will she shake just a bit?