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“I'll make sure you like it.” I grin.
"You need a trim," she laughs, gently playing with my hair.
"You’re right." I smirk at her. Her phone starts ringing, and she quickly turns it off when we both see Seb’s name. I see her looking so sad and worried that I have to ask.
“What’s wrong?”
"Blake, we should stay away from each other. You know that right? My brothers could hurt you when they find out, and I can't–" I stop her by placing my finger on her lips and then sliding my hand to the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at me.
"Izzy. Fuck, I can't. I will do anything you ask of me, but I can'tfucking stay away from you," I tell her as I look into her beautiful, green eyes. I think I’ve fallen for this girl. I want to tell her now, but something stops me.
"I don't want to be away from you." She shifts on my lap, making her aware of how damn hard I am in my tight trousers.
"Then don't repeat this conversation, beauty. You’re mine, and I won't let you go because of your brothers," I say gently, but mean every word.
"Okay." She smiles at me, and I weave my hands into her hair as we meet for a mind-blowing kiss. We both stay on the beach as long as we can before I take Izzy home to my house. Hours later, as we lie next to each other in bed, I like to think we both know there isn't any going back for us now. We belong together.
Chapter19
IZZY
The rest of weekend goes quickly, as I spend most of my days texting Blake and calling him, when I can sneak away from my overprotective brothers. They made a plan, I know they did. I am hardly left on my own and someone has always been in the house with me after I came back from my date. We became a lot closer, as they now trust me. It means they speak openly about upcoming fights, and there aren’t any hushed conversations. It’s been a long time since I had family I felt I could rely on. It reminds me of my mum, and how I felt around her; I forgot how much I need to feel loved. I guess I must have switched that part of me off after losing her, and now it’s alive.
I groan mentally as I pull into school Monday morning. I hate that I can't just get out of my car and kiss Blake, but I still have to pretend he is just my brothers’ best friend.It’s exhausting, and I know it can’t last much longer.
I am surprised to see him hanging by the door of the school, waiting, when I walk up the stairs. I take a moment to appreciate how striking he looks in his black coat and jeans before he sees me, and he does that breath-taking grin that makes me want to melt right into a puddle.
“Morning, Blake,” I say with a grin when I get near him. I feel so much closer to him now that we have slept together, and thinking of that day makes me blush. I feel my body aching to touch him, and it hurts a little when I tighten my fists into balls to stop them from reaching for him.
“Morning, Izzy, want to walk to class with me?” he asksin a flirty tone that has my cheeks going bright-red.
“Sure,” I say, but I can’t help the big smile that appears on my face when his eyes light up.
We walk near each other to class, occasionally brushing each other’s arms in the corridor, and I feel better for even that little contact with him.
We are walking past people toward the art room when Blake stops and grabs my hand, pulling me into a room. My first thought is that it is dark and smells of bleach, before I hear Blake shutting the door and then he is kissing me.
It’s a hard, demanding kiss, and I weave my hands into his hair as I open my mouth to allow him more access. He pushes me gently into the door as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he grinds into me while devouring my mouth and making me moan. He pulls back eventually, leaving me gasping for every breath.
“I couldn't go another second without doing that. I missed you,” he says, pushing his forehead against mine and breathing as heavily as I am.
“I missed you, too.” I sigh, and I did. It wasn't enough just talking to him. I needed him, and that scares me a bit, but it excites me more.
“We’ve got to go to class before Seb gets there,” he groans, before adding with a sexy sigh, “Walking in late together won't work.”
“I know,” I say as I unwrap myself from him and straighten my hair with my fingers.
“You go first. I need to calm down.” He gestures at the impressive outline of his erection in his jeans.
I giggle, nodding my head before turning to open the door and slipping out to head to class.
Luckily, Sebastian and the teacher aren’t in class when I arrive. So, I sit down and start working. Sebastian comes in a little later, as do Blake and the teacher.
The teacher just tells us to continue our work, so I do another picture of two blue eyes–perfect eyes. I know who I’m drawing, but I can't help myself. They are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, and I know they belong on my painting, belong to me. By the time I finish and start the next piece–one of the beaches we went to the other day with the outlines of Sebastian and Blake in the water–it’s the end of class.
I’m tapped on the shoulder and turn to see Tris standing behind me.
My gaze drifts to the nasty-looking black eye that’s going green around the edges; it looks bad.
