Vipers & Roses: A Dark College Why Choose Romance (Hit Book 1) by P Mulholland

Author:P Mulholland [Mulholland, P]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

19

It’s broad daylight, yet we’re kissing like thieves in the night. My body is pressed firmly against my car in Silver Bullet’s car park, and I can hear traffic droning, footsteps along the path, and muffled laughter coming from inside the bar. Blake’s mouth has claimed mine, his hands moving dangerously close to places a man hasn’t touched in too long. My skin shivers and burns as I’m consumed by his tongue, taste, and scent.

He pulls away, and I suck in air to help me breathe and calm my nerves. My lips are throbbing, my thighs are aching, and I’m sodden down below.

Desire is written all over his face as his eyes roam from my lips to my eyes and then to my breasts. He opens his mouth to speak, and my anxiety hits me quickly in my stomach, and I gasp in response to what I assume he’s about to say.

“I better go,” he mutters.

“What?” That’s the last thing I expected him to say. I assumed he would ask me back to his place or a hotel room or something, and I was preparing my nerves for his intentions.

He drops his head down again and kisses me on the lips. This time, it's a closed-mouth kiss, and I wonder if I’m being rejected. “Not now. Not yet.”

“Why?” I hate the desperate tone of my voice, so I clear my throat and snap coldly while flicking my hand at him to move further away from me. “Fine.”

He grunts a smile, entertained by my sudden irritableness. “I can feel in you,” he states quietly because people are nearby walking through the car park towards the bar’s entrance.

“Feel what?” I hiss, folding my arms in anger to create a boundary between me and him.

That smile vanishes, replaced with a seriousness I’ve only seen once. “Your scars.”

His comment flummoxes me, and my mouth gapes, unable to find the words to reply. I glance down at my bare forearms that once displayed the streaks from my fingernails whenever I fell into a pit of misery and self-hate. But my scars are internal now, so how can he feel them? My world crumbled as I thought I was fooling everyone into believing I was strong. I thought I was strong.

I turn away from him so he can’t see the hurt on my face from being rejected twice in four days. Does my breath stink? Do I kiss weirdly? Do I seem desperate? As I open my car door and climb inside, my world spins nauseatingly around me.

“Rae,” he calls after me and grabs the door handle, opening it before I lock it. “Stop.”

“No. I have to go,” I growl, feeling all sorts of anger and resentment. I’m a failure.

“Rae,” he crouches beside me so I can’t shut the door. “Rae, listen to me.”

“No. Get out of my way,” I shrill louder than I intended, waving my hand at him to move so I could shut the door.

“I want to see you again,” he slips in between my growls of anger.

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