Page 112 of Give In

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to kiss you. If we’re up there, anyone walking past can see. Here is out of view. I don’t give a damn either way, but since you do, I suggest you get your perfect ass here, now.”

My head whipped around to check that no one was near the door to hear what he’d said. Confirming the coast was clear, I turned and glared. “We’re not doing this at school.”

“The hell we’re not.”

“No—”

He only took one step, but it was enough. I scurried down the steps, knowing full well he wouldn’t hesitate to kiss me wherever and whenever he wanted.

As soon as I was within reach, he pulled my rigid body close and kissed me, quick but hot enough that I was leaning into him, needy for more. He ended it and stepped away, though he kept his hands on my hips. “So will you?”

I mentally ran through our conversation but came up empty. “Will I what?”

“Will you be seeing Crosby?” His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and narrowed.

He’s jealous.

It was mean. Immature. Stupid and childish and unnecessary.

And dangerous.

I shrugged. “I assume so.”

His fingertips dug in, and it took everything in me to hold in the smile and moan that threatened to push through. He glowered, crazed and ready to roar like a poked bear, but before he could, the phone on the wall rang.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I pulled away and took a step back.

A big one.

Which was also a mistake.

A big one.

Damien looked incensed—a wild animal ready to attack.

“Truce,” I blurted.

“No.”

“I have a class starting in a few minutes,” I reminded him.

“And you have a lesson to learn now.”

“Which is?”

He crossed his arms, momentarily distracting me with his broad chest and impressive build. “You won’t be seeing Crosby.”

My teasing forgotten, I crossed my own arms. “That’s not your decision.”

“It is.”

“You don’t get to control who I spend time with.”

He smiled, cold and wicked. “You gave me you last night, angel. That means I controleverythingyou do.”

“In bed, maybe,” I whispered, my cheeks getting warm.