Rivals Or Lovers
Jaideeit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyesthat's his eager facewhy would he try to make me jealousma he's making eyes at me
That look in his eyes—half rage and something softer, it sent a rush of heat through my chest.
Rivalry and competition, he probably told himself.
But my stubborn mind could only whisper attraction.
I took a step closer, close enough to smell sweat and cologne on his skin. “Relax,” I said softly, leaning in just enough that only he would hear. “It’s just a race.”
His throat bobbed. “You’re impossible,” he muttered.
“And you’re obsessed,” I said before I could stop myself, then grinned to soften it. “I meant.... with beating me, of course.”