Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

Translation: Will needed a second.

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?” he exhales.

“Nope.”

He scoffs. “Didn’t think so.”

Will stretches, flipping on his back and guiding one arm under his head.

“I’ve never seen you so…”

“Angry?” he finishes.

I nod.

“What can I say? Douchebags being abusive to women piss me off. Sue me.”

There’s more. So much more he’s not telling me, I know it. I wonder how long he’s been doing this. Locking his soul up tight and throwing away the key. Does Kendrick, his supposed best friend, know more than I do?

Does anyone know more?

“You said you couldn’t let it happen again.”

“So? I spoke too fast. Didn’t mean anything.”

“But—”

“Kass.” He scowls at me, his tone warning me to let it go.

“Fine.” I concede defeat. “This dress is hell. I’m going to change.” I push off my bed, picking clothes out of my dresser and scurrying toward my bathroom.

I pause two steps inside.

I have to know.

“Are you… sleeping with me?” I choke on the words, my voice cracking like a little boy’s.

Instantly, a cocky smile spreads across his face.

Shit.

“T-That came out wrong.”

“I think it came out perfectly.” He scans my body in such a shameless way that tingles creep up my spine. He’s driving me completely insane. One second I’m certain he’s just as attracted to me as I am to him, and the next, I feel knee-deep into the friend zone.

I lock myself into the bathroom, trading my dress for leggings and a T-shirt—one that doesn’t give Will a first-class view of my nipples—and walk out.

I find Will in the exact same position I left him.

Except that now… he’s shirtless.

On my bed.

“What? Not what you had in mind?” He cocks an eyebrow.

Lord, help me.

“Or did I read that wrong?” he teases, rising off my bed and stalking toward me.