In which I fall in love with my sister's brother.
"I should hate you." He whispers against my lips.
"You do." I say and he nods his head
"Then why does it feel like I'd burn the world for you if you asked."
Karina Poleman never planned to marry Nich...
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The car ride back is drenched in silence. Not the comforting kind. The kind that hums like a warning beneath your skin—like the second before a storm cracks the sky open. I keep my eyes glued to the window, jaw tight, heart pounding a rhythm I pretend isn’t his fault.
I can still taste him.
God.
My lips sting from the way he kissed me—like he wanted to own every piece of my resistance and then ruin it. And the worst part? I let him. For a moment, I didn’t just let him, I wanted it. Wanted him. And that... that is the most dangerous part of all.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers trembling just slightly. No more. That will never happen again.
He’s nothing but a calculated deal. A mistake I refuse to repeat.
He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even glance my way. His hand is gripping the steering wheel so hard, I swear I can hear the leather cry. Good. Let him stew in the guilt. Let him regret whatever the hell that kiss was.
And in the midst of all the chaos and storm raging inside me, a fucked up, horny maniacal whore inside me has the nerve to think of how sexy that veined tattooed tan hand looks gripping and ungripping the steering wheel.
God forbid a girl has hormones!
"If you're gonna eye fuck me, make it less obvious." He catches me staring, well not really because he's not even looking at me.
Maybe if I was okay and didn't have impaired mental faculties I would simply look away and blush my ass off but no. I actually turn to look at him. Like really look at him.
"Excuse me?" I demand.
"I didn't stutter." He says, I can't think of a come back unfortunately.
My silence is a validation of two things
1. I indeed was eye fucking him 2. He indeed didn't stutter.
Fuck him and his sexy ass side profile!
He smiles, it's barely even there and I would have missed had it not been for the ghost of a dimple appearing in his cheek. Yeah, he really is sexy and that is gonna be the death of me.
I lost control today in ways I did not know I could. He has so much power over me. So much power over my body.
Did I mention my stupid traitorous body is still breaming with heat. It would be a wonder if he could not feel the heat energy radiating from me.
There is only one thing I can do to control the matter. He was just getting the surface of my attitude, maybe a spoonful of it will be enough to get him to stay the fucking hell away from me. Yes. That's the plan.
We pull up to the house. The second he kills the engine, I open the door and step out. The night air hits my face like a slap, but it doesn’t do shit to cool the fire simmering under my skin.
