The truth about what?
What’s Drake hiding?
He’s kind of freaking me out right now with how fast his demeanor has shifted. For someone who looks so perfect on the outside, I can tell he’s hurting on the inside.
Instinctively, I reach over to brush my thumb along the dark stubble on his angular jaw. I don’t know why I’m touching him, but something inside me is pushing me to make contact. My skin tingles with each brush of his skin, the sensation going straight to my core. I press my legs together, hating how quickly my stupid body responds to him.
I drag my finger along his bottom lip. “What are you hiding, Drake?”
He sticks his tongue, and a wave of heat dances along my skin when our eyes meet. “Please, Taylor. Stop pushing it.” Drake clutches my wrist with two fingers, holding my hand in place. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I don’t understand. You say you like me, but yet, you’re less open with me than other girls on campus. You didn’t even know Jackie’s name.”
With an irritated grunt, he drops my hand and unbuttons his jeans.
I wave my hand in front of him. “Whoa, what the hell are you doing?”
“You want to see it. Isn’t that what you want? You’re jealous of the other girls.”
“No. Not even close. I don’t understand why you lead every conversation with sex. It’s like you’re so afraid of anyone getting to know you.”
“Because every time I let someone in, they get scared and walk away. So, I figure I might as well show them what they’re getting up front and save both of us time.”
“Save both of you time from what?”
“The inevitable,” he says, getting out of his Escalade.
Drake rushes around to my side and opens my door. He extends his hand to me, and I don’t even hesitate to thread my fingers between his. For a reason I can’t comprehend, I allow him to hold my hand as he walks me to my dorm. And I don’t stop him when he follows me up to my floor.
I lean back against my door, peeking up at him. He’s so gorgeous my throat closes up. Unable to move or think, I stand there in the hallway. People are spilling out from the rooms, and I can hear a few parties at the end of the hall still in full swing.
“Do you want to… um, come in?”
Why am I inviting him into the apartment? Bex isn’t home to stop me from doing something stupid.
He nods, his chest rising and falling.
Once we step inside the entryway, Drake shuts the door behind us. He has me pinned against the wall before I know what’s happening. Gripping both of my wrists, he raises my arms above my head and presses them against the wall as he inches his way to my mouth.
“Drake,” I mutter. “What are you doing?”
“If I don’t fucking kiss you, I’m gonna die. You’re killing me, Taylor.”
I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath before blowing it out of my nose.
He can kiss me.
Hell, I want to kiss him too.
I’ve tried so hard to suppress my emotions, but the alcohol isn’t making it easy.
Staring into his eyes, I flick my tongue over my lips. With that simple gesture, he lifts me up, carrying me toward the back of the apartment where two doors lead to Bex and my bedrooms.
“Which one is yours?”
“Left,” I say, my body humming with electricity.
“But we’re not having sex, so let’s get that straight right now.”
