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I grind my teeth as Jackson and my dad laugh at my expense. “Listen, she said I had to ask. Not get your permission. I’m going to date her either way.”
They laugh harder. Fuckers. “It’s like talking to a teenage Vincent. Fuck. All right, all right. I appreciate you asking. Of course you can date her. Pretty easy to make you disappear, considering you live next door.”
I roll my eyes, standing up. This is beneath me. I’m walking out the door when I hear my dad and Jackson joking. “A hundred says he fucks it up.” Jackson chuckles.
“I’ll raise you five hundred. Kid’s too much like me. Of course he’ll fuck it up. Seven hundred says he doesn’t get past the first date,” my dad chokes out between laughs.
I grind my teeth again, slamming the door. At this rate, I’m going to need teeth implants.
* * *
I find Jasmine swimming in the cave—swimming pool—whatever the fuck you want to call this contraption our parents built. She has on the blue bikini again. The one that should be red but now that I’m actually looking at her, I see how beautiful she is, no matter what color she’s in.
She jumps when I enter. “Jesus, you scared me.” She clutches her chest. Green doe eyes doubling in size.
I prowl toward her like she’s my next meal and I’m starved. Which I am. I didn’t see her much during the day even though we take the same AP classes. She skips lunch to go somewhere that I haven’t figured out yet. But I will. Then I have football practice until five-thirty. Our schedules don’t align, but I’m going to change that very soon.
She giggles when I snatch her around the waist and rub my nose along her neck. “So, you’re officially my girlfriend,” I breathe into her neck, loving the way she smells of vanilla and salt water.
“I’m not,” she sasses.
“But I asked your dad,” I say, kissing down her neck to her collarbone.
“You didn’t ask me.” She moans, leaning her head against the stone.
“Fine,” I growl, circling my finger over the raised skin on her inner thigh.
She tenses, trying to pull away from me. It’s like she’s just remembering the secret she keeps from me. She probably never thought about it while I was fucking her pussy with my tongue, but she’s remembering now. “I, uh,” she stutters.
“I’ve already seen them. I’ve had my cock, fingers, and tongue all up in your greedy pussy, remember?” I pull my head up, looking down into her fearful eyes.
I pick her up, sitting her on a stone table before dropping to my knees. I spread her legs open, and she tries to push them back together. “Stop,” I growl, leveling her with a look that leaves arguing out of the question.
I bring my attention back to her legs, brushing my thumb over the mutilated flesh there. The lines are angry and jagged. Healed ones colored from white to pink. New ones red to rustic scabs. Leaning forward, I brush my lips over every line.
“Please,” she croaks. “They're so ugly, don’t…” she breaks off, not finishing her sentence.
I look up to her eyes while still brushing my lips along her scars. “They’re beautiful,” I say, never breaking eye contact. “This is your fight. Your battle scars. They show a girl who survived.” I lick my tongue along the deepest one. “Beauty marks,” I breathe out, looking back at her thighs. “They’re beauty marks, baby. Not ugly scars.”
Tears freely slip down her face as I rise up, brushing hair from her face. “Now, go get ready. I’m taking you on a date so I can ask you out. Which, by the way, makes zero fucking sense. I’m not a fucking circus animal. You can only make me jump through so many hoops before I strike.”
She smiles as I help her off the stone table. I wrap her fingers in mine, leading us outside before kissing her at her door, then walk to my own house to get ready.
A date. I’ve never been on one.
CHAPTER 13
JASMINE
Easton took me on a nice date at a fancy restaurant. We got dessert to go and went to the Falls to eat them. Then he took me savagely against the hood of his Ferrari until I agreed to be his girlfriend. Wouldn’t let me come until I uttered the words.
“Whose girlfriend, are you?” he rasps as he plunges into me.
“Yours,” I cry out.
“I’m sorry, whose?” My orgasm is right there. If only I can just touch my clit, I know I’d be falling.
“Easton’s,” I moan as he pins my arms against the hood.
