"So, you're saying that I don't affect you at all?" he asks, his tone disbelieving.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." I tell him, crossing my arms and looking up at him defiantly. "And you need to admit that you just can't come to terms with the fact that I see what you really are: an arrogant pretty-boy with an ego the size of Australia."
He laughs, not seeming perturbed by my comment. "So you think I'm handsome?"
I glare at him. Damn it, I really walked right into that one. I can't lie; he's unfairly attractive, and he knows it - which is one of the reasons I can't stand him.
He steps towards me, closing the distance between us so that we're practically touching. I resist the urge to take a step back, because I don't want to show any sign of weakness. I keep my eyes locked on his, my pulse speeding up at our proximity.
"I really don't affect you at all?" he says, more quietly, his voice slightly husky.
I shake my head slowly, ignoring my racing heartbeat. The fact that we're millimetres apart and yet not touching at all is driving me insane. Part of me wants to put as much distance between us as possible, but I also really want to just grab him and get rid of any space between our bodies.
"I don't believe you." he whispers, and we're so close that his breath caresses my lips. I exhale sharply, unable to stop myself, and something in his expression seems to snap as he pulls me hard against him and presses his lips to mine.
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Liv's life is turned upside down when she and her mother move in with Jack, her mom's boyfriend, and Miles, his seventeen year old son. Arrogant, cocky, but devilishly attractive, Liv tries to deal with living with the guy she hates, but is undeniably attracted to.
I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch.
"I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face."
"Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?"
"Besides scaring you shitless?"
"You didn't-"
"Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers."
***
It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months.
It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical.
It's a game with no rules.
And they seem to be breaking them all.
Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts.
#4 in New Adult
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