Page 23 of Unspoken Rules (Rules 2)

Like he can hear every forbidden thought clouding my judgment, he fixes on my lips and nibbles on his lightly. He starts to lean in.

He wouldn’t…

He wouldn’t kiss me again, would he?

As though he’s come back to his senses, he stops.

“Never mind, I got it.”

He pulls away and takes the shirt off like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Wait… You clearly didn’t need me,” I stutter.

“I know. I wanted to feel your hands on my chest.” He grins and heads back for the drawer.

This guy.

Haze Adams masters playing with my emotions like there’s an instruction manual.

Amused by the shock I’m drowning in, he picks up his old shirt from the ground and throws it back on.

“Come on. We have to go.”

“Go where?”

“Shopping. I need new clothes, and we’re eventually going to need to eat to, you know, survive,” he teases.

I hold back a sigh. I haven’t even been here with him for a day yet and I already feel like the tension’s going to end me. His careless words sneak their way back inside my head.

It’s only for a few weeks. What are you afraid of?

And all I have to say to that is…

Oh, Haze. Do you have any idea how many things can happen in a few weeks?

7

Jealous Much?

As we drive around Colton Gate, I watch the small but luxurious town parade in the rearview mirror of Haze’s black car. I can’t stop myself from wondering how I went from crashing at Thomas’s place to living with Haze Adams in less than forty-eight hours. How I went from eating takeout food with my cousin to going on a shopping spree with his enemy in a town whose mall is meant for millionaires.

I wonder how his parents could even afford a place like this.

“What do your parents do for a living?” I try.

He shifts in his seat. “Nothing that would interest you.”

Predictable.

“You must have one hell of a boring life according to all the topics I wouldn’t be interested in.”

“Something like that.”

I grow annoyed. “You do know that the more you dodge my questions, the more I want to know, right?”

“Yep.”

I roll my eyes. “Jerk.”