Aaron
He didn’t even look back.
Not once.
That should’ve pissed me off.
But all it did… was make me want him more.
I stood there, in the middle of the corridor, my smirk long faded, chest rising and falling like I had just finished a fight. In some ways, I had. And I lost.
Not to him..... no, not yet. But to something inside me I hadn’t felt in years.
I should’ve walked away. I should’ve gone to class. I should’ve done anything other than what I did next.
I turned, slammed my fist against the locker beside me, and cursed under my breath.
Japheth Wilson.
His voice.
His scent.
The way he lied with shaking fingers and eyes that didn’t know how to hide a damn thing.
It wasn’t just attraction anymore.
It was an itch beneath my skin.
It was possession, clawing at my throat, whis
