Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
"Okay.” I say what he needs to hear to get him to calm down, but he’s still so tense. I pet the side of his shoulder to soothe him, and I love the idea that only my touch can do this. He relaxes a little, and at least it’s something.
"Tell me you love me," he orders, and my heart flutters in response. Is this still part of the task of turning me on? I'm starting to think it's not.
"I love you." His hold on my thigh relaxes, but he tugs me closer.
"Kiss me."
"You're bossy," I huff, but I'm already leaning over because I want a kiss.
Nash’s hand cups the back of my neck, and he holds me in place. When I press my mouth to his, he’s quick to deepen the kiss. I have no choice but to take it because he doesn’t seem to want to release me. Eventually, he lets out a regretful groan and pulls back.
“Keep your phone on you. I want you to text me between each class.” I’m about to tell him that’s crazy, but he doesn’t seem to care that he's acting that way.
“Got it.” I lick my lips, and Nash looks at my mouth with hunger.
“Go.” He releases his hold on my neck, and I make sure I don’t rush from the car. If he believes I'm trying to run from him, he might chase after me and drag me back inside. That would get around school quickly and probably make its way back to our parents.
What am I going to do if they find out? I’m blaming Nash because I lose rational thought when he’s got his hands or mouth on me.
As I walk away from the car, I tell myself not to glance back. I can’t do it, and when I get to the school doors, I peek over my shoulder. Nash is still parked in the same spot, not moving. I wave my fingers at him while I bite my bottom lip and then walk inside the school.
“Hey!” Josie calls as soon as the doors close behind me. “Start spilling. What the heck is going on? I saw your brother kissing you and then eye-fucking you when you walked away.”
“Josie!” I hiss, glancing around. “He’s my stepbrother.”
“Tomato, tomahto.” She waves a hand at me, and my cheeks flush with heat.
“No, it’s not a tomato, tomahto.” It’s a very clear distinction that everyone should be really freaking clear on. Josie shrugs, but she fights a smirk. She’s trying not to laugh because we both know I’m right.
“So? Was I right? He’s into you.”
“I don’t know.” I let out a small breath before I gave her some details on what happened.
“Look,” Josie says when we walk into our classroom.
She nods toward the window, and I follow her line of sight. Nash’s car is now parked in the parking lot, and he’s leaning up against it. I drop down into my seat, unsure what the hell he’s doing. That man can make my head spin right along with my heart.
“He’s intense.” I nod as she takes the seat beside me. “Is he stalking you now? I mean, he knows you’re here because he dropped you off, but how did he know about the clinic?” Josie looks like she’s trying to figure it out. “It’s like, boom, he’s there.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I checked to see if I shared my location with him, but it wasn’t on.”
“You’re so trusting.” Josie laughs and reaches out to me. “Hand it over.” I find my phone in my bag and give it to her. She opens her laptop and hooks it up to my phone. “Did he ever get his hands on this?”
“My phone?”
“No, your pussy,” Josie deadpans.
“I already told you he did.” We both erupt into laughter.
Our teacher enters the classroom and starts his lecture. I keep looking over at Josie's screen, wondering what the hell she’s doing. I’ve never understood all the crap she can do on them. Josie is scary behind a computer.
“Shit,” Josie mutters under her breath.
“What?” Did she really find something? Nash had my phone, but it was only for a second.
“Oh, he’s tracking you all right. And so much more.” Josie’s eyebrows are almost to her hairline as she turns to look at me.
“Tell me.” I lean over and see hundreds of pictures of me. How is that on my phone?
Then it dawns on me that she’s hacked into Nash’s data.
The teacher announces that everything should be put away so we can take our test.
“I’ll show you after class, but you might need a restraining order.” Her lips twitch, and I’m not sure if she’s teasing or dead-ass serious.
I wonder which I’m hoping for.
Chapter Sixteen
NASH
I know for a fact she’s only got three classes today. It’s the end of her senior year, and she’s taking the last of her requirements. So when she doesn’t text me after the first class, I get annoyed but try to stay calm. I send her a text letting her know my displeasure.