GoodRead"Try me!" Jeffrey pinned Karen against the wall, his knee wedging between her thighs to make sure she couldn't escape.
Their eyes met, and something electric, something that seemed to come alive without warning, sparked between them.
He held both her wrists in one hand, while his other hand grasped her chin, pulling her into a kiss that she found both infuriating and irresistible. He both loved and hated those lips! His masculine scent overwhelmed her; before Karen could even process what was happening, Jeffrey had already broken through her defenses, claiming her mouth in a kiss that left her reeling.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBy the time she gathered her senses to push him away, he was already pulling back and licking his lips as if savoring the taste.
"Do you believe I'll call the cops for public indecency, Jeffrey?" "And do you believe I'll spread the word around your neighborhood that Karen's a hit-and-run lover?" he retorted with a roguish grin.
"ou—" "If your mom finds out, think she'd let you live it down?" Jeffrey teased, his smile devilish.
"Just let go of me! Can we talk like civilized people? I'm really uncomfortable in this position!" Pressed against the wall, the uneven surface dug into her back painfully.
Jeffrey didn’t realize that until she said. He eased his grip, though his hand remained on her clothes, ready to prevent any attempt at escape.
"I'm at my wit's end with you," Karen grumbled, rubbing her sore back and grimacing. "Seriously, are you here because you genuinely want me to be your girlfriend?" He nodded, "Yes. " "Well, let me give it to you straight—I really can't accept you as my boyfriend!" Karen's face took on a serious expression, "I told you before, | can't stomach the fact you chased after Heather Garcia. " She couldn't be with someone who went after her friend's rival.
Especially not Heather.
Jeffrey, irritated, instinctively reached for the cigarettes in his pocket, only to remember he'd left them in the car.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"To be clear, | never really chased her. It was just a bit of a crush because we've known each other for so long. But nothing happened between us, not even hand-holding!" Karen eyed him skeptically, "You never slept with Heather?" "Never, | swear!" Jeffrey raised his hands as if taking an oath.
"That's only because Heather had eyes for Everett, not you. You didn't get a chance with her." Jeffrey had nothing to say.
"What if Heather had made a move on you? Think you could've resisted?" Karen scoffed, stepping back from him, "Jeffrey, | don't know what you're trying to pull here, but dating you is out of the question!" She couldn't accept a man who had once fancied Heather.
"So, if it weren't for this, you'd consider it?" Jeffrey pressed.
"It's not that simple; | don't want a boyfriend cramping my style right now!" She squinted and grinned, "Plus, I'm not interested in Heather's leftovers.” Jeffrey fought to keep his temper in check by taking a deep breath.
"Let me repeat myself: nothing happened between Heather and me. I'm not her leftover!" Karen shrugged indifferently.
Jeffrey could now imagine how those heartbreakers looked and acted when they dumped someone. She must be no different.
He rolled his tongue in his cheek, smacking his lips thoughtfully, "How about this: when we were at Swevia Country, we hooked up three times, all at your initiation. If | call you out three times, we're even. In that case, | promise | won't bother you again, and we can act like strangers. Deal?"
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