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“If you have to ask, Will, then I’m assuming you haven’t experienced it yet.” He smiles, the look on his face reminding me of a devil.
Because only a devil could tempt me this badly, and we haven’t even done anything.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Willow
I feel like I’m floating on a cloud as I get ready for school. While I eat in the dining hall, semi-listening to Iris and Bronwyn chatter away, me nodding at the appropriate moments, though I’m not paying attention to anything they’re saying.
I’m too caught up in my own thoughts. Memories. Friday night out at the ruins. The things Rhett said to me. The way he touched me. How he looked at my mouth while he told me he wasn’t going to kiss me in front of everyone. His hot gaze lingering on my lips felt like a kiss, though I know that was nothing.
The idea of him kissing me, what it might feel like …
I shiver just thinking about it.
“You okay over there?” Iris snaps her fingers in front of my face, making me blink.
“Rude.” I push her hand away, making her laugh. “I’m fine. Just … tired.”
“Thinking about Rhett?” Iris’s brows shoot up before she shares a knowing glance with Bronwyn.
“Maybe.” I let my gaze wander around the dining hall in search of him but he’s nowhere to be found.
“They’re at practice,” Iris says, because of course she’s figured out what I’m doing. “Preparing for this week’s game.”
“Already?” Bronwyn asks.
“They’re always preparing, meaning, they’re always practicing.” Iris takes a sip of her coffee.
“How do you know all of this?” I ask, curious.
Panic flares in Iris’s eyes for the briefest second before it’s gone, like I never even saw it. “I just … we all know. You barely have to pay attention and you’ll hear everything you never wanted to know about the football team around here.”
Huh. I don’t agree, and I spend the majority of my time with Iris. Unless I’m in a class we don’t share. But whatever. I think she’s secretly fascinated with the football team. Maybe even a specific player, though I’m not quite sure who that could be. For once in her life, she’s keeping everything quiet—meaning, she’s not telling me anything about a crush. Normally this would hurt me, but I think I understand more now.
I don’t want to share too many details about my feelings for Rhett. One, because I’m still trying to process them. Two, I don’t want to get too ahead of myself. This could be nothing.
So why does it feel like it has the potential to be … everything?
Trying to be logical, I shove that thought from my brain. I had the same thoughts floating through my mind when I had a crush on Silas and look how that turned out. Speaking of …
He’s sitting two tables over from ours with Alana practically in his lap, their heads close together, a faint smile on her face when he touches her cheek. I’m kind of grossed out by their obvious display of affection and I start to tear my gaze away from them only for Alana to catch me staring at the last minute.
That satisfied smile on her face when she does catch me? Infuriating.
“I need to go.” I grab my backpack and push my chair away from the table, leaping to my feet.
Iris and Bronwyn tip their heads back, watching me.
“Where are you going?” Iris sounds confused.
“I need to stop by the library before class starts.” I offer them a quick wave, fleeing the dining hall as fast as I can. I make sure I don’t look in Silas and Alana’s direction because that’s the last thing I want, though I assume she’d guess they’re the reason I’m leaving so quickly.
And she’d be sort of right. It’s not that I wish I was in her place—I don’t. After everything that happened between Rhett and I Friday night, I know I’m not interested in Silas.
Maybe I’m a little jealous of how easily affectionate they are together though. Hopefully, I’ll get something like that. Or do I even want something like that?
See? My mind is a confused jumble of emotions. I don’t know what I want and I’m still trying to figure it out.
