Twenty-One
Duke
The stares are unnerving. I’m used to blending in on the street, but as I hold Careena’s hand and stroll down the sidewalk, more pedestrians gawk. No one is rude enough to point or holler at us, but they might as well.
“You want some bubble tea?” Careena asks. Her brown eyes shine with confidence. I know she must see the stares, but it doesn’t seem to bother her. One side of her hair is frizzier than the next from where I gripped her when we kissed.
My heart pounds as I think about it, and I glance at her lips before training my gaze back on her eyes. The truth is… I’ve never known such a burning desire to be closer to someone, to be intimate with someone, than I do with Careena.
And it isn’t just about the s*x—though I wanted to do that too. Badly. Just keeping my han
