buzzed hair. "Yeah, I remember about the jerkface. So, what about him?"
I bit my lip and shivered when his blue eyes locked on it , but it wasn't the time for that. "He talked to me." I dried my hands on my thighs. "He asked me to have sex with him, and he's not ready to drop it. He's persuaded I'll agree soon."
He squared his shoulders, all trace of his flirty behavior vanished. "And?"
"And I need your help because I'm not really sure if I can resist him for long."
Admitting this weakness was hard. I was afraid to tell Macon, and he was my best friend! So telling this to Byron, such a strong guy who knew nothing about me, was something else. If only he could see just the crazy me and not the broken me, but living with him made hiding things more difficult. I was weak when it came to my heart.
"You're still attracted to this guy. Unbelievable." He shook his head, not even looking at me anymore, but at my Kindle on the coffee table.
"I know but … fuck! Forget about it." I started standing up when his strong calloused hand shot up.
"No, wait! What do you want me to do?"
I gazed intently at him, making sure he was serious. After all, why would he help me? But his light blue eyes didn't waiver. "He plays the big guy and everything, but I'm sure you can frighten him if you play the jealous guy. Don't say you're my boyfriend, but—‘’
"But you want me to threaten him as if I was interested in you."
I smiled my sweetest smile, innocence incarnated. "I'll wash the dishes for the next month and eleven days if you do this for me."
He laughed and ran a finger along his scar. "I would have done it even without it, but now I'm eager."
I couldn’t help myself but look at him like he was some kind of unknown species. "What? Why?"
His eyes took in every inch of my face, slowly. "Because you deserve more than this bastard who hurt you. He needs a reality check , and I'm glad to do just that."
I chuckled at his gloomy look. This guy was something else. "Sometimes you really are frightening."
He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. "Girls dig bad boys."
"Unfortunately, that's true."
"Is there a message, Bridge?"
"In your dreams," I replied with a roll of my eyes, but it was all an act because there was a message there. I wanted him. I was screwed ― Uh, bad choice of words.
Chapter Nine
DAY 20
"Don't overdo it," I stressed out as we were watching Ryan leave the building with some of his friends. They were laughing like morons with an IQ so low that I wondered if it wasn't from the many hits they took since they started playing football as little kids. Poor guys, it wasn't even their entire fault.
Byron shrugged and put an arm around my shoulders. On another occasion , I might have had a tiny orgasm at the feeling of his hot skin against mine, the weight of his muscled arm around my neck bringing me toward him with a little push. And his smell. He smelled so good; it wasn't normal for a guy who spent a day sweating in the suffocating classrooms. But no, I wasn't enjoying the experience. I was focusing way too hard on what was about to happen, on the fact that Ryan would be in front of us in a few seconds now that he spotted me. I was freaking out, and I hated it. I scowled but added nothing as Ryan smirked at me. He didn't care one bit that I was plastered against another guy, he was that sure of himself.
"At least you're not using your gay best friend to drive me away, Lonie," Ryan said as soon as he was at a talking distance, barely looking at Byron.
Ryan was way taller than Byron, but my roomy was very built, and he was a fucking soldier! I knew he'd chew Ryan in two seconds flat if it came to it. That too could almost bring me to orgasm, but I digressed.
"Like I need someone to resist you," I replied, leaning more against Byron's body. "And don't call me Lonie."
Byron's body tensed when Ryan chuckled. Byron sighed and cocked his head to one side, making a show of his scar. Ryan's eyes caught it; he
I bit my lip and shivered when his blue eyes locked on it , but it wasn't the time for that. "He talked to me." I dried my hands on my thighs. "He asked me to have sex with him, and he's not ready to drop it. He's persuaded I'll agree soon."
He squared his shoulders, all trace of his flirty behavior vanished. "And?"
"And I need your help because I'm not really sure if I can resist him for long."
Admitting this weakness was hard. I was afraid to tell Macon, and he was my best friend! So telling this to Byron, such a strong guy who knew nothing about me, was something else. If only he could see just the crazy me and not the broken me, but living with him made hiding things more difficult. I was weak when it came to my heart.
"You're still attracted to this guy. Unbelievable." He shook his head, not even looking at me anymore, but at my Kindle on the coffee table.
"I know but … fuck! Forget about it." I started standing up when his strong calloused hand shot up.
"No, wait! What do you want me to do?"
I gazed intently at him, making sure he was serious. After all, why would he help me? But his light blue eyes didn't waiver. "He plays the big guy and everything, but I'm sure you can frighten him if you play the jealous guy. Don't say you're my boyfriend, but—‘’
"But you want me to threaten him as if I was interested in you."
I smiled my sweetest smile, innocence incarnated. "I'll wash the dishes for the next month and eleven days if you do this for me."
He laughed and ran a finger along his scar. "I would have done it even without it, but now I'm eager."
I couldn’t help myself but look at him like he was some kind of unknown species. "What? Why?"
His eyes took in every inch of my face, slowly. "Because you deserve more than this bastard who hurt you. He needs a reality check , and I'm glad to do just that."
I chuckled at his gloomy look. This guy was something else. "Sometimes you really are frightening."
He smiled wickedly, and my body warmed. "Girls dig bad boys."
"Unfortunately, that's true."
"Is there a message, Bridge?"
"In your dreams," I replied with a roll of my eyes, but it was all an act because there was a message there. I wanted him. I was screwed ― Uh, bad choice of words.
Chapter Nine
DAY 20
"Don't overdo it," I stressed out as we were watching Ryan leave the building with some of his friends. They were laughing like morons with an IQ so low that I wondered if it wasn't from the many hits they took since they started playing football as little kids. Poor guys, it wasn't even their entire fault.
Byron shrugged and put an arm around my shoulders. On another occasion , I might have had a tiny orgasm at the feeling of his hot skin against mine, the weight of his muscled arm around my neck bringing me toward him with a little push. And his smell. He smelled so good; it wasn't normal for a guy who spent a day sweating in the suffocating classrooms. But no, I wasn't enjoying the experience. I was focusing way too hard on what was about to happen, on the fact that Ryan would be in front of us in a few seconds now that he spotted me. I was freaking out, and I hated it. I scowled but added nothing as Ryan smirked at me. He didn't care one bit that I was plastered against another guy, he was that sure of himself.
"At least you're not using your gay best friend to drive me away, Lonie," Ryan said as soon as he was at a talking distance, barely looking at Byron.
Ryan was way taller than Byron, but my roomy was very built, and he was a fucking soldier! I knew he'd chew Ryan in two seconds flat if it came to it. That too could almost bring me to orgasm, but I digressed.
"Like I need someone to resist you," I replied, leaning more against Byron's body. "And don't call me Lonie."
Byron's body tensed when Ryan chuckled. Byron sighed and cocked his head to one side, making a show of his scar. Ryan's eyes caught it; he
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