See No Evil (Brotherhood Trilogy #1)(31)

It’s weird, but all I can feel is relief.

I’m sure curiosity will come in a second but for now…

Powering off the flashlight, I grab the towel from the hook and hand it to her. She wraps it around herself with trembling arms. As soon as she’s tucked it securely around her chest, I step into the stall and gently take her face in my hands. Moonlight streams in from the upper window and I can just make out her features as I trace her cheekbone, seeing her in a whole new light.

We still haven’t uttered a word to each other, and I can only think of one thing to do to.

I plant my lips on her mouth.

She responds with a feather-soft whimper before wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing me back.

Her tongue brushes my lower lip and I let her in, no longer resisting. I can welcome her because I know. I understand.

Maybe deep down I always knew, but the idea of a girl hiding in an all boys school is so far-fetched that it never occurred to me to look for it.

I don’t know why she’s here.

Right this second, I don’t even care.

All I know is that I’m kissing a girl who captured me the second I first laid eyes on her.

She grips my shirt, holding on like I’m some kind of lifeline.

I brush my fingers through her short hair, cradling the back of her head as I deepen the kiss and finally claim her the way my body’s been wanting to.

It’s intense.

Pure.

Real.

It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.





#19:

It’s Only Good



Christiana



His lips are hot, his tongue in control. I don’t care that I’m wearing nothing but a towel. Trey Calloway owns me right now and I’m going to let him.

Because he feels so damn good.

Because he makes me forget about the fear.

I cling to him, fisting the back of his shirt and rising to my tiptoes.

He’s cradling the back of my head, keeping me close…protecting me.

I want to stay in this shower stall, away from the world and the evil I’ve seen…away from the torture that awaits me.

Trey pulls back and then tips his head, diving in to kiss me again. I glide my hands up his strong back until they’re resting on his broad shoulders. The strength beneath my fingertips is both a turn-on and a comfort.

He drops his hands to my waist, then trails them down to my hips, pulling me tight against him. All I can hear is the sound of our kisses, the sweet connection of our lips as we explore what we’ve both been craving.

It’s perfect and beautiful.

Until my mind finally breaks through my euphoria. It’s been pounding the back of my brain, begging me to let logic in.

You’ve just been busted! it’s shouting at me. Pull away! Pull away!

I blink and force myself back with a soft gasp. Trey’s arms tighten around me as I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his shoulder.

“You’re a girl,” he finally whispers.

I wriggle free of his grasp and try to create some distance between us but the slippery tiles catch me off-guard. His arm is around my back in a second, keeping me upright, holding my shaking body steady.

“It’s okay.” His voice is soft and reassuring as he guides me out of the stall and sets me down on the closest bench seat.

Snatching another clean towel from the pile, he wraps it around my shoulders, then touches the side of my face.

I love how his strong hands can feel so tender.

“You warm enough?”

I nod, then swallow and look down at my hands. They’re still trembling.

Trey rubs my arm, then rests his elbows on his knees, giving me the breathing room I need to think straight. Glancing over his shoulder, he pins me with a look that makes his eyebrows dip into a sharp V.

“I’m kind of pissed with you right now. You’ve been…lying to me this whole time.”

“I had to,” I quickly retort. “My life depends on it.”

I bite my lips together, but that only makes his frown more severe. I’ve said too much. Damn it!

He sits up straight, swiveling to face me. I lean away from him and start talking, hoping to distract him.

“I’m sorry for kissing you yesterday. I shouldn’t have…” I look down at my trembling fingers, threading them together. No matter how hard I grip, they won’t stop shaking. “You were just right there, in my face. And you’re—” I let out an embarrassed snicker. “You’re so hot.”

I look to the ceiling. My cheeks are on fire right now.

Trey still hasn’t said anything and I dare myself to peek at his face.

His lips twitch and he nods. “You kissed me. I kissed you.” He shrugs. “We’re even.”

We grin at each other but only for a split second because he’s suddenly serious, his mesmerizing eyes holding me still.

“Why are you here? Why are you pretending to be a guy?”

My head is shaking before I can even form the right words. “I can’t tell you,” I finally whisper. “And if you tell anyone what I really am…I’m dead. If they find me, they’ll kill me.”

He flinches like I’ve tried to kick him in the balls again. The shock on his face is rapidly replaced with a torrid wave of anger. “What?”