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“I’m fine.”

“They’re banging.”

“What?”

“Theo and Sylvia. Totally boning. He’s the secret boyfriend.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“Come on, Clover. Did you really buy the way Crispin covered for him?”

I didn’t buy it. Thomas might be on to something. Shit…

“He’s old!” I blurt out.

Thomas shrugs. “It’s not really our business, is it? My business, right now, is wondering why you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I hate hospitals. That’s it.”

We should go back to Sylvia.

Thomas, naturally, blocks the door and steps into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“That’s it?” he says. “You just hate hospitals?”

“Yes.”

“So do I,” he says. “But we can’t hide out here.”

“I was trying to leave,” I point out.

Thomas shrugs and approaches me, standing inches away. I know I should step back, but I can’t make myself.

“I know,” he says. “But I really want you to stay. Just for a moment.”

He puts his hands on my hips and I let him pull my body against his. No, Clover. Don’t let him do this. Thomas draws my chin up and kisses me softly on the lips.

“Feel better,” he whispers. “I can kiss you until you feel better.”

This is so wrong…

Chapter Forty-Two

Thomas

I don’t want Clover to hide from me. She’s so soft and sweet and kissing her makes me forget that she’s wicked with a cricket bat. I don’t want her to fear me. I thought I could handle it if that meant she was mine, but I can’t stand her fear anymore.

I take her lower lips between mine, yearning for more than a taste of her mouth. I’ve been so bloody patient with her and I could give her so much more. You know when you meet a girl and you just know… you’ll do anything so this one lasts.

“Do you feel better yet?” I murmur, as the mirror fogs up from the heat we’ve already created in the tiny loo. A doctor or nurse could walk in at any time, but that doesn’t deter me from wanting Clover here, however she’ll have me.

“No,” she says. “Kisses can’t fix this, Thomas.”

It’s the first time she’s ever admitted all on her own that we’re kissing, that somehow in this fucked up “sworn enemies” relationship, we’ve ended up in each other’s arms repeatedly. It’s my fault. I know it’s my fault. But fuck’s sake, what am I meant to do when she kisses back? I can’t resist her. My cock can’t resist her and I realize that I’m utterly, completely fucked.

I really care about Clover.

I push my hair back and try to reason. When the fuck have I successfully reasoned when it comes to Clover? She makes me utterly weak. I have no morals, no cares in the world when I’m with her except having her against me.