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path, forcing her to either move into me or stop.
    Sadly, she stopped, which sucked. I wanted her to move into me. My body craved her heat almost as badly as it craved her taste.
    “Hi, Little Doe,” I said, dipping down to look beneath the hair she hid behind.
    I wanted to pull her long hair back and look at her pretty face. She had beautiful hair, but it was a crime that she hid those soulful eyes—eyes that somehow had the ability to see right through me—leaving me feeling weak and open to the elements around me.
    “Little doe?” She snorted cutely. “Should I be offended by that?”
    She didn’t wait for my response. Again, she tried to move around me, and again I blocked her path. The girl next to her, Lynn I believe her name was, covered her smile behind her hand.
    “Definitely not.” I reached out and took hold of her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
    Her skin was warm and made my fingertips tingle.
    She turned her head away and an annoyed expression moved across her face. I fucking loved it. I loved that she was irritated by me instead of falling into my palm the way most girls did. It only made me want her more—added to my need for her.
    “Go out with me,” I blurted, earning myself a good look at her eyes and face when she looked up at me in shock.
    I didn’t ask girls out. I don’t think I’d ever been on an actual date, but I wanted to wine and dine her. I wanted to take her to a movie—do all the lame shit guys did when they liked a girl.
    “No.” She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing my eyes down over her perky rack.
    She hadn’t even thought about it before she answered me. That was unacceptable.
    “You’re not even going to think about it?” I asked, stepping into her path again as she tried to walk around me.
    “I don’t need to think about it. You’re not my type.”
    I stepped in front of her again, stopping her, and I chuckled. Our little game was fun. 
    “Then what’s your type?”
    “That’s none of your business,” she snapped.
    She was like a pit-bull puppy—all bark. God, I hoped she liked to bite, too.
    “But I need to know.”
    “Why do you need to know?” She put her hands on her hips, showing her aggravation with the pinch of her lips.
    “How else am I going to know what to change about myself?”
    I was being playful. I couldn’t change if I wanted to, but it worked. She rolled her eyes and smiled.
    “You shouldn’t change who you are for anyone.”
    “I know, but I would for you,” I flirted.
    Her eyes moved over my face, gaging how serious I was, and I then watched as she slowly melted for me. She was a puddle in my hand, exactly how I wanted her. Sweet talk wasn’t my thing, but neither was dating. I was breaking all the rules for this girl.
    And then the bell rang and her face changed again. She sighed loudly running her hands down her makeup free cheeks.
    “Three,” she growled, gripping her tiny fists in anger.
    I was confused.
    “Three?”
    “Yes. Three. That’s how many times I’ve been tardy in my life. Two of those times were your fault.” Red blotches covered her neck and her cheeks flushed in anger.
    I rolled my lips into my teeth to keep from laughing at her. It was so sweet how worried she was about something as simple as being late.
    “I’m sorry. If I promise to never make you late again will you go out with me?”
    Her dark eyes moved over my face.
    “Why?” she asked.
    “Why what?”
    “Why do you want to go out with me so badly? You do realize I’m never going to sleep with you, right?”
    I chuckled, shaking my head and enjoying her honesty.
    “And that’s exactly what I like about you.”
    I didn’t elaborate, she didn’t need to know how dirty I felt sometimes when a girl used me to get off. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the sex. But some nights, when I was sober as a bone, I could see it in their eyes. They thought I was nothing. I was below them, and they knew it.
    Chelsey didn’t look at me that