Page 94 of Broken Romeo

I was fucking hard already at merely the thought of her coming. Had she ever touched herself before? Just how far did this virginal thing go?

Behind me, footsteps rustled, and soft hands covered my eyes.

Kate’s face pops into my mind, but the scent was all wrong. I didn’t smell her signature scent of roses and cherries. No, this was a more pungent, sickly-sweet perfume. Something manufactured and produced in an expensive bottle.

I know that smell.

“Addison,” I murmured aloud.

Her lips were so close that they brushed my ear as she responded. “Good guess. Does that mean you’re writing about me?”

Fuck. My journal. The pages were open and Kate’s name was scribbled at least half a dozen times.

With my cigarette still dangling from my lips, I slammed the journal shut, then tugged her hand free from covering my eyes.

Across the quad, I saw her… My Katherine.

Walking into Turner Hall for our class. Or was it rehearsal? They were basically one in the same. When McCay got wind of how intense my practice schedule was for football, she made the executive decision to rehearse almost exclusively during class and use Keith’s show to teach Method acting.

Her eyes were glued onto me… and Addison. The sun glinted off the blue of her eyes, cold as glaciers despite the warm early fall morning.

I pulled the cigarette from my lips, not even listening to whatever the fuck Addison was yammering on about… this girl did not take a hint well… and I tamped out the ash end of my smoke against the rock beside me.

I was about to shrug Addison off me when an expression so unnerving passed over Kate’s face.

Longing.

Her eyes tilted.

Her frown twitched and he nibbled her bottom lip between her teeth.

I knew she wanted me, of course.

I also knew she shouldn’t want me.

No, scratch that… she couldn’t want me.

Because a girl like that had commitment written all over. Kate didn’t know how to do a single damn thing casually. It was bad enough that we were in this show together and had to touch and kiss every other day. Not to mention, I was jacking it twice a day to thoughts of her.

But worse than what her face showed was the way my heart lunged in my chest at the sight of her.

Because I wanted her, too.

So fucking badly.

I didn’t want to want this girl.

This freshman girl.

This freshman virgin girl.

She was the absolute last person I should be desiring. And yet it was because of that innocence that I craved her so goddamn much. I needed a cleanse. Someone to wash Katherine from my dirty fucking thoughts. Someone to rinse away all spank bank dreams I’d been collecting.

I glanced up at Addison. She wasn’t perfect. But she was here. And she was far from innocent.

I reached up and tugged at Addison’s hand, pulling her down into my lap.

“Holden!” Addison squealed, but she buried her face in my neck.