Chapter 118

The logical part of me wants to admit that this is a brilliant plan; the nonlogical part of me has a racing heart, sweating palms, and a sudden heat flaring between her thighs.

“Kiss me,” I choke out, before I can lose my nerve and take off running. Not only is what I'm about to do important for my revenge against Tristan, but it's also important so that I don't lose what I've worked so hard for. If that plagiarized essay comes out, I could very well be expelled.

Honestly, some part of me, buried in the deep dark shadows of my chest, has her feelings hurt. I knew Tristan wasn't a good guy, but I always thought that at least when it came to academics, we are willing to fight clean. Looks like I was wrong. And that kills me. “Do it—” I start, and Zack cuts me off with a punishing kiss that's all heat and passion and desire.

His right arm flexes, and it's a joy to feel those rock-hard muscles pulling me against him, tucking my body against his. His smell, that grapefr