Chapter 37: Summer
##Chapter 37: Summer
Book One: King of Hawthorne Prep
My feet slow when I find Kingsley lounging against the locker next to mine. For a moment, I allow my gaze to crawl over him while he's unaware. His dark head is bent as he stares down at the phone gripped in his hand. His nose is a bit crooked as if it's been broken and his lips are full. A perfect cupid's bow. A shudder scuttles down my spine as I remember where those lips had been a few short hours ago.
With the navy blazer, white shirt, and perfectly pressed tan pants, he's prep school hot.
I should hate him, not crave him. He's forcing me to do things I don't want to be doing.
Liar! You love the way he touches you.
I'm knocked out of those disturbing thoughts as people push past me. A few give me a bit of side-eye as they continue on their way, but no one utters a peep.
That's Kingsley's doing.
In this realm, his word is law.
It may have taken some time, but I understand that now.