All Chapters of Teach Me How To Burn : Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

What would you do when you dry humped your best friend into your first climax a couple days ago and he hasn’t stopped looking at you like he’d bang you right there while the teacher’s discussing algebraic equations?You unwillingly go to a party with your childhood hot friend who gives you weird signals so you don’t combust.That’s what you do.Lucas’s hand was warm where it skimmed the small of my back as we walked into someone’s overly lit house. It’s loud, crowded, full of seniors I barely talk to outside class, and smelled like booze and too much cologne. I paused in the hallway, doubting everything.He leaned in shouting over the loudspeakers. “No take-backs, Sinclair.”“I didn’t say anything.” I grimaced, regretting my decision for the upteenth time.“But you look like you wanted to bolt.”I narrowed my eyes. “I always look like I want to bolt.”He grinned and handed me a red cup containing God knows what “Two sips. That’s all I ask.”"Nahh, I'll pass" I chuckle awkwardly hold

My heart slammed against my ribs.“Kai…” I breathed, though I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. A warning? A plea?His hand moved again, down, down, sliding past my hip to the top of my thigh. This time, he didn’t stop.His fingers brushed the hem of my skirt and slipped beneath it, inch by inch, until his knuckles grazed the soft curve of my inner thigh.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. I was anchored to that wall, my leg still hooked around his hip, his forehead pressed against mine, his mouth barely not touching mine.“I just need to know,” he whispered. “If I touch you here…”His hand slid higher.“Will you still pretend it’s not real?”A whimper escaped my lips. I trembled, hips twitching toward his touch without meaning to. My underwear was soaked. The heat between my legs pulsed—desperate, clenching around nothing.And then...“freaking fuck!"Kai froze.My eyes flew open.Lucas stood at the patio entrance, unsteady on his feet, holding a red solo cup and looking way

After I had successfully disgraced my country and Beyonce I flopped onto his living room couch and moaned dramatically."My insides are dying.""They’re not." He grabbed the remote and tossed it at me. "But your singing voice might."I lifted my head just in time to see him scroll to a karaoke app on the smart TV. My heart did a tiny flip.“No way.”“Oh, yes way.”“Kai, you said dancing”“Too late. You owe me. You threw up in my car, almost in my cup holder. Dancing ridiculously is not gonna cut it. You’re singing.”“Not fair!” I groaned, pulling the throw blanket up to my chin like it could shield me from humiliation. “I was intoxicated!”“And you still are. With syrup and shame,” he said with a smirk, stepping onto the rug like a rock star. “Now, pick your poison. Beyoncé or Backstreet Boys?”I wheezed. “Do I look like I have the vocal range for Beyoncé?”“Fine,” he shrugged. “Backstreet it is.”A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the wind

I was already out the door when Kai honked the horn of his car. He came out the side of the car and jogged up to me."How's my little birdie today?" He grabbed my bag and opened the car door for me.That was weirdly weird."Who are you and what did you do with my Kai?" I asked, suspiciously staring at him."Ha Ha, you're so funny Sinclair. Shoot me for being a gentleman""You ran so fast to get the door like you were some kid trying to win some browny points." I teased. "What do you want from me Mr. Anderson?"I entered into the car, getting comfortable as usual.It was cute to see Kai jog to his side of the car."Miss Sinclair, I'll be your chauffeur today, as with every other day. Make yourself comfortable, we're on our way to hell, again."I groaned. Slumping deeper into the passenger seat."Don't remind me. I can't wait to be done with all these crazy schedules. This is slavery induced with forced labour"Kai looked at me like I had just grown a second head."Are you trying to rel