“Taryn,” he insisted, grabbing my arm and whirling me around to face him. He was so close, I could see the perfect shape of his eyes, and I saw they were turning to amber.
Oh God. His thumb was lightly rubbing back and forth on my arm in a soft erotic caress.
Shit.
Without thinking I pressed against him, I closed the small inch of space between us and grinned when I heard his sharp intake of breath.
No one was in the hallway except us; everyone was at the pep rally. I closed my eyes, feeling Tray lean downwards. Then his mouth was on mine kissing me softly. It wasn’t what I was expecting; it wasn’t how we kissed before. I kissed him back, deepening it.
Tray reached around me and pulled me closer against him, pressing me against the locker.
Opening my mouth, Tray dipped inside and I met him as I reached around and grasped his neck, pulling him closer. Feeling one of his hands around my waist, the other was on my hip and sliding downwards. Slowly.
Tray heard them first. He ripped away from me, turning away from the students now starting to stream out of the gymnasium. We both were breath
ing hard.
“Oh…wow,” I murmured, running a hand through my hair.
Tray grunted, then moved off down the hallway.
I took a deep breath and turned once more to my locker.
Well, if anything, he’d taken my mind off my possible prison sentence.
Fuck.
“Taryn,” Someone spoke from behind me.
Molly.
I grinned. “You’re not going to faint again, are you?”
“Is,” she said hesitantly, inching closer, “is it true? I mean…what you said before?”
“About what?”
“About, you know,” I could actually see her gulp, “Tray Evans. Taking me. To the party.”
I grinned, closed my locker and leaned against it. “Yeah. He’s helping me out with something. He’s taking you and Larkins.”
“Larkins?!” she asked sharply.
“Garrett Larkins. He plays that ball game, like hopscotch or something. The guy camps out on the lawn.”
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“What?”
“Why is he coming?”
“Because I invited him and he said yes.” What the hell did I just step into?
“Oh.” She brightened up. “You mean, you and Larkins. Like together?
“What?” I was confused.
“Like on a date.”