Paloma Perez.
I scram.
It was just a kiss on the cheek but my skin burns like he pressed a coal there. I can still feel it his lips there—too gentle for a man like him.
I’m caught between shock and something worse: awe. Awe at how that kiss paralyzed me before I found the sense to shove him away. I stop in the hallway to scrub at my cheeks. I’m crying. Crying furiously because I know this game.
I know how this story goes with boys like him. Boys with wealth stitched into their collars and mischief behind their lashes. Rich boys with rich habits. They love to toy with broken girls like me and it seems Elijah is next in line after Caden made my life hell.
Maybe Caden gave him permission. But then again, Elijah doesn’t seem like the type to take orders. This sudden "attraction"? It’s f
