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I say. “I don’t need one night, I don’t want two. I’m not the person to get close to. So,” I stand up on my tip-toes, “leave me alone.”
       Taylor laugh, his chest moving slightly. I imagine it from the night before, hard, tanned, touchable. “No can do, princess. But, I can make you a deal. You kiss me right now, and I’ll leave this room and not bother you for a while.”
       “No deal,” I blurt out. “You can’t promise to leave me alone just for a while.” What does a while mean? One second, a day, a week?
       He shrugs. “I guess your bed is calling my name then.” He turns to go sit down. No, him on my bed is not good.
       “One kiss,” I say, my insides lighting fire. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. I bite my lip, and squeeze my towel tighter around me. It’s shoved into the other side, hooked above my breasts, but I’m scared it’ll fall if I let go.
       Taylor turns around, taking a few steps toward me. He is in my face, all six foot two inches of him, hovering over my five foot two frame. “One kiss, that’s all.”
       Taylors serious now. Not smiling, gray eyes boring into mine. “One,” he mumbles, before bringing his lips to mine. He presses his soft, full mouth to my own and I’m melting on the inside. His right palm engulfs my waist, sliding down to the edge of my towel. Oh no.
       The other grabs my nape and pushes my mouth harder into his. He parts my mouth with his tongue, grazing my bottom lip. And stupidly, I open wide, allowing him to assault my mouth with his experienced tongue. Grunting, he picks me up under my ass, and carries me to his bed. He sits, so I straddle his waist. I’m in a towel, no underwear and I feel the bulge in his pants, as he pushes me down on it. No. No. No. This is not one kiss!
       I break away, and he trails his tongue ring up my neck. I open my mouth to speak. One more second . He grips my ear with his tongue, sucking on the skin. Fuck. “This is not one kiss,” I mumble, closing my eyes as he trails down to my towel. It’s undone in two second, my breast flowing out. He takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking, swirling his tongue ring around the sensitive skin. His other hand grips underneath my breast, squeezing it with his calloused hand.
       “Fuck,” he mumbles against my breast. “Please, tell me I can have you, Layla.”
       Wetness has built in-between my leg. This isn’t right. I barely know him. “Tell me, Layla,” he spits out. “I fucking want you.”
       Anger, lust, want and frustration builds in my chest. “Stop,” I say. “This is way more than one kiss.”
       Taylor’s eyes are dilated. He is panting. I see his dick hard and ready beneath his faded blue jeans. He smiles. Smiles. It makes me want to kill him. “You liked it,” he whispers, standing up. He dips his head low, kissing me on the cheek. I snatch away from him.
       He is gone before I can get my towel up.
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
     
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
       I’m exhausted. After my run-in with Taylor last night, I couldn’t concentrate on A Time To Kill to save my life. I’m thinking it is a time to kill…a time to kill Taylor Jacks. Mittens finally graced me with her presence after Taylor left. She played with my hair while I tried to study our work sheet. Now, I’m on my way to class, drinking a coffee, eyes wide, mouth ajar and hoping that I don’t fail.
       Cindy left earlier than me, bitching me out about my anti-social and lunatic attitude. What the hell is wrong with you? What did you talk to Taylor about? Why do you have to be so weird, he is a hottie. I flipped her the bird and locked the bathroom door.
       Now, I can hear her talking from the outside of the