Chapter 30. Alone with Him

Martha

Adrian’s sprawled on the couch, one arm slung over the back, legs kicked out like he owns the world.

He’s in a black t-shirt, sleeves tight around his biceps, jeans faded at the thighs.

I’m curled in the armchair across from him, knees tucked under, trying to focus on the movie, a dumb action flick with explosions and zero plot.

My heart’s been hammering since I got here, half an hour ago, invited over to hang while Ava and her mom hit the grocery store.

I keep stealing glances at him. The way his jaw sharpens when he laughs at a bad line. The way his fingers tap the armrest, slow, deliberate. I’m not supposed to want him.

Not after Ava’s blowup, not after she called me a bitch in front of half the class. But he’s right there, all heat and edges, and the memory of his hands on me in her room, his mouth, the way he tore my fishnets it’s burned into my brain.

I betrayed her once. I shouldn’t again. But god, he’s too hot to ignore