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The Problem With Forever. Jennifer L. Armentrout
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isbn 9781474045278
Автор произведения Jennifer L. Armentrout
Жанр Учебная литература
Серия MIRA Ink
Издательство HarperCollins
Oh, man. I didn’t want him to know about the conversation from today. I closed my hands and told myself that none of this was any of my business. “No. I just... I saw the way you two were...um, together the first day of class.”
His brows rose. “What way was that?”
Looking away, I sort of wished I’d kept my mouth shut. “She was very...touchy with you.”
“Huh.” There was a pause. “I’m touchy with you and that doesn’t mean we’re seeing each other.”
Icy air hit the center of my chest as his words slammed into my consciousness. Whoa. He had a point, a very good point, and while I didn’t think he meant anything when he’d said that, that icy air burned nonetheless.
“I mean,” he said, knocking his shoulder into mine, “you and I have always been like that.”
“True,” I murmured, smiling again as I looked up at him.
Our eyes held for a few seconds and his narrowed. “She didn’t say anything to upset you, did she?”
“Why...why would you think that?”
One side of his lips kicked up. “She’s— Let’s just say Paige is a tough girl.”
The burn radiated out from my chest. Of course Rider would be into a tough girl. He was tough, and Paige had no problem putting me in my much deserved place today. If I’d been in her shoes, I would’ve sat there and said nothing.
“So she can be a little rough on people,” he finished.
I shrugged.
His gaze turned sharp as he focused on me. “Did she say something to you? I can talk to her. Make sure she knows how—”
“No.” I jerked, startled by myself. The word came out a little louder than I intended. I practically shouted it. “You don’t need to talk with her.”
A look of doubt crossed his features. “Mallory—”
“It’s okay.” Wiggling to the edge of the couch, I flicked one of the unused cotton balls across the table. “I mean...she didn’t say anything to me. You don’t have to say anything to her.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, meaning what I was saying. As much as I...as I loved that he retained that fierce protective streak, I couldn’t rely on him always being there to have my back. For the last four years, he hadn’t been there, and we couldn’t go back. I couldn’t allow it, no matter how easy it would be. “I don’t...I don’t want it like that.”
“How do you want it?” he asked and then raised his fingers to his brow, rubbing around the cut. His lips twisted in a harsh facade of a smile. “Don’t answer that.”
I wasn’t sure what that even meant. Confused, I stared at him, feeling like I’d missed something really important.
“I should get going. I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He scooted to the edge of the couch.
Before I could protest, which wouldn’t be wise even though I did want him to hang out longer, he placed his hands on my cheeks. My breath stalled out somewhere between my throat and chest. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my forehead, dropping a kiss that squeezed my heart into slush. My eyes drifted shut as his lips lingered against my skin. Knocked off-kilter, I didn’t move when he pulled back and stood.
An eternity might have passed before I dragged my eyes open and found him staring down at me, his golden-brown eyes bright, his lips parted. I cleared my throat. “I can...give you a ride.”
His gaze dipped, and then he arched a brow. “No need. I got it taken care of.”
Pushing to my feet, I followed him out to the foyer. He reached for the door and then turned back to me. “I’m glad you opened the door.”
My smile felt wobbly. “I’m glad...you texted.”
Rider tilted his head to the side. “Yeah?”
I nodded, probably a little too eagerly, but as the dimple in his right cheek took shape, it was like being rewarded. Our eyes met for a moment, and I didn’t want him to leave. An urge took me like it had during lunch, and I all but bounced forward. Gripping his arms, I stretched up and kissed his cheek. It was pretty much just a peck, so I figured it wasn’t crossing any lines, but the feel of his skin under my lips was still unnerving and unexpected.
“Be careful,” I whispered, backing off.
Rider’s grin faded from his handsome face. A moment passed before he spoke. “Always, Mouse.”
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