Chapter 7- Come. Please

I lifted my head—and crashed straight into Fitch’s lowered gaze.

…Of course. It was him. Was this boy determined to haunt me today? His eyes were thick, dark, almost too heavy to parse—swirling with something that looked like… need? Desire? I couldn’t tell anymore. We were too close. The air between us suddenly heated, and my breath caught in my throat, as if I’d forgotten how lungs were supposed to work.

His warm hand was still pressed against my waist. That single point of contact made my entire body jolt. I fought the urge to close my eyes and fall completely into his chest.

I was… dazed. Because of Fitch Jones, of all people.

I tried to move—at least, the last fragments of my rational brain tried. That tiny part of me still remembered his hands had touched countless girls. It remembered the way he’d shattered my sister’s heart without flinching. It screamed inside my skull: Get out of his arms. You’re just the next tally mark on his endless list of conquests.

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