Semua Bab Dear best friend's brother, kiss me while you can: Bab 21 - Bab 30

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆Hayden grabbed my hand and didn’t say a word. Just tugged me along like I was some extension of his will. The restroom was somewhere behind us now, but whatever urge I had to pee had packed its bags and left.Screw it.“Where are we going?” I asked, breath catching.“You’ll see,” he said, smiling like trouble. Like he already knew I’d follow.One second we were just running down the hallway, and the next—I was being pulled into the janitor’s closet like the world was on fire and the only way to survive it was to burn with him.The door slammed shut. I blinked into the dim, mop-water-scented room. Cleaning chemicals. Buckets. Brooms. And him. Too much of him in this small space…with me.Oh god. This was real.Back in high school, I’d seen couples sneak into places like this. Always thought it was gross. Desperate. Now? Oh, how the tables have turned.My back hit the wall and I almost felt trapped in a world that only Hayden and I existed.“We shouldn’t be here,” I whi

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆There are three types of people at high school parties:One: the ones who planned their outfits a week in advance and pretend it was effortless.Two: the ones who pretend they didn’t plan at all—but definitely did.Three: me. Dragged out here by Jake and my unresolved need for confrontation and suffering.I was pretty sure this get-together had been fixed a while back and I wasn’t invited. Jake just chose to pull me along as he always did back in high school. I had never been invited to anything. And yet, I always showed up against my will. Just like tonight.Merissa’s parents’ cabin was across town. “Cabin” was the wrong word. It looked like a rustic palace in the woods. We drove forty minutes to get here. The music was already illegal-level loud, and some of our classmates were outside, talking, drinking, and cuddling.The lights blinked like the house was trying to communicate in Morse code. Probably saying: Get out while you still can, Summer.Jake opened the door

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ “I—I—I didn’t mean to. I only—only wanted to scare her. That’s all. I swear. I didn’t mean to pull the trigger.” “Maxine,” Dean called, stretching his hand toward her. “Give me the gun. I know you didn’t mean to shoot her.” “Yeah, I didn’t.” “Just give me the gun.” Tears streamed down Maxine’s face. She pulled at her hair, the gun dangling between her fingers. She looked like a nervous wreck, and Merissa—God, poor Merissa. She was dying. Bleeding out on the carpet. Making these horrible choking sounds that didn’t sound human. Nobody could help her. Not with Maxine still armed and losing her shit already, her mascara bleeding black down her cheeks. “It is your fault,” she screamed, now pointing the gun at Dean. “You were fucking my best friend behind my back. You were fucking Merissa. How could you?” Henry moved quickly, trying to tackle Maxine from behind to retrieve the gun, but she spun just in time and pointed it directly at his forehead. “I swear I’ll blow

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ His mouth was on my skin—warm and rough like fire licking my nerves. I wanted to speak. But only moans escaped from my lips. Hayden sucked and bit at my breasts, like he wanted to claim me right there and then. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped. Every sharp nip made me catch my breath, pull in tight like I was trying to hold myself together. His tongue wasn't gentle. They roamed like he wanted to lick through my skin and get to my soul. Soul eater. Soul snatcher. “Hayden—please… don’t.” I was burning up and shaking all at once, caught between wanting more and wanting to run away. Then he pulled back. My blouse dropped and he met my eyes. Dark. Hungry. Like he was about to swallow me whole. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” His voice was low, rough—dangerous. I swallowed hard. “No.” His eyes bored deeper into mine. “What do you want, Summer?” I stared. Hard and long enough to know the answer. “You,” I whispered. “I want you.” A smile curled the edges of his

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆His mouth tasted like heat and quiet desperation. My fingers curled against his wet skin, my whole body aching again. Aching for him. The kiss deepened. Wetter than the water beating against our bodies.My back hit the tile wall. The impact made me gasp. Hayden didn’t stop. His hand slid up my waist, my ribs, tangled in my hair. He kissed down my neck. My breath stuttered.I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel. I only knew that I wanted to feel him inside me again. More. Always. “Fuck, your lips taste so good,” he said, voice rough. “Everything about you tastes so good.”Water ran down our bodies, but the heat came from somewhere else. From the ache between my legs. From the way he lifted my thigh and pressed into me like he couldn’t stand another second of space between us.I couldn’t breathe. I clung to him. Let him take whatever was left of me. I moaned into his mouth. His fingers moved in between my thighs and he pushed it in. It felt like more th