As Long As I Have You by Brandy Snow

Author:Brandy Snow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugah Publishing

After the race ends, Jett, CJ, Bo, and I sit together on the brick wall at the edge of the field to watch the fireworks show. I glance up at them occasionally to issue a fake grin or an obligatory “yeah, sure” to whatever conversation is in progress, but my chest and back physically ache, as if Bo’s words had been knives driven through my very core. And now, sitting here beside him—our thighs touching, arms grazing—is salt sprinkled on the open wounds. Pure torture. Every now and then, CJ shoots me a sympathetic smile and cocks her head, non-verbally asking if I’m okay. When it had taken me another thirty minutes to pull myself off that bathroom wall and squelch my trembling nerves, I needed to concoct some reason for my extended absence, so monthly cramps it was. She never even questioned it, just asked if I needed an ibuprofen, which I gladly took for the headache sprouting in my brain.

Bo groans and whisper-yells to Jett, “What’s he doing here?”

Jett lifts his eyes to the field’s gated entrance and shrugs. I follow his gaze to a tall, blonde guy in skin-tight jeans and a black muscle shirt walking in our direction. His trucker cap sits low on his forehead, sprouts of curls smooshing out around the edges. Jace. The guy from the bathroom.

Bo nudges me with his elbow. “Don’t talk to this guy. He’ll hit on you.”

His words take a minute to register. Is he telling me who I can and can’t talk to after blatantly denouncing any interest in me earlier? What is this? An order? Because I don’t take orders.

The first fireworks snake up to the sky with a red streak that bursts into a million rubies against the inky darkness. And with it, my aching hurt gains new teeth.

Jace saunters up and leans against the brick wall, propping one elbow on top. His eyes sweep down and then back up the length of my body. “Hey there, gorgeous. I’m Jace. Are you new in town?” His top lip curls like some Elvis-wannabe, and his breath stinks like a vile mix of bologna and old cigarettes. But hey, Bo’s eyes are bulging from their sockets, so why not? He has zero interest in me, if I’m remembering correctly, so it shouldn’t be an issue. And I’m happy to test that theory.

I flip my hair over my shoulder, the ends swishing against Bo’s nose, and bat my eyelashes, barely getting through it without cracking a smile. “At the coast for the summer.”

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, a devilish grin broaching his face. “Aren’t I lucky?”

What a cocky skeeze. I swallow down the rampant bile hurtling up my esophagus and try on my slinkiest, naughtiest voice. “I don’t know. How lucky do you feel?”

Did that really just come out of my mouth? Has the world gone full tilt or has Bo’s confessions just knocked me for a loop? I’ve never been Vindictive Jordan and now, I understand why.

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