Page 48 of Not Until Her
Her smirk is absolutely evil, and wicked, and all of the dark things in the world. Why does that entice me so much?
I give her one of my own in return.
“Nope. I’m good.”
I swear there’s a glint in her eye, she sits up and leans towards me over the table, until I’m forced to tilt my head up to look at her.
“Fine.”
I don’t understand what she’s doing, or why she doesn’t say more. It gives me a queasy feeling in my stomach. Like the butterflies, but worse. More aggressive.
“What is your deal?” I ask.
Her brows shoot upwards.
“My deal?”
“Yeah. I can’t wrap my head around you. You torture me just to pass the time, and thenthe other nighthappened. Completely out of the blue. It’s obviously odd.”
“You think I’m torturing you and yet you kissed me back. That seems just as odd,” she points out.
“I don’tthinkyou are, I know you are. You can’t just waterboard someone and tell them they onlythinkthey’re in pain.”
“That’s an awfully dramatic comparison.”
I grimace at her choice of words.
“Ask anyone that knows me, and I guess they’ll tell you that’s exactly what I am,” I whisper.
“And that hasn’t made you consider taking it down a notch?”
I stand abruptly. I don’t have to take this.
“You have no right to tell me to take anything down a notch, you hypocrite.”
“I’d never,” she says with false sincerity. “I’m only wondering why you haven’t considered it on your own. Or why no one else has taken you down a peg.”
“You don’t know anything about my pegs,” I bite out.
“I could. Are you into that?”
My eyes widen until I feel like they’re going to fall out of my head.
“You are unbelievable,” I gasp.
“Believe it,” she says.
And just as that exact exchange pulls me into a sense of deja-vu and riles me up again–
She fucking kisses me. I hadn’t even processed how close our faces were until I’m breathing her in. I can only describe my reaction as possession. Something that I don’t fully have control of happens, and it’s like we’re still arguing. She pushes me, I push her. She grabs the back of my neck, I grab a handful of hair. We’re both going hard enough to hurt each other, but it just makes me want to keep going that much more.
It’s this crazy, addictive thing that I don’t want to end.
Which must mean I am absolutely not myself right now.I’m possessed.
Somehow, our feet take us over to her front door, and I’m suddenly pushing her against it. Her shoulder blades hit it with a loud smack, and she retaliates by biting my bottom lip. I moan into her as she licks the place where I still feel the sting of herteeth. There’s even the slight, coppery taste of my own blood in my mouth, and it doesn’t concern me as much as it should.
I’d even be okay if she did it again.