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why does it matter? Right – because the dark haired beauty was in it talking about some shit I didn’t understand. Then, Trent said he loved me.
I nibbled on my bottom lip as I made my way to detention. These last few days, I was distracted by lust and want, but today I was going to get some real answers. Nothing was going g to distract me from getting what I want – hopefully. I crossed my fingers and sucked in some air. Trent is really hot and tempting, but I could go a day without attacking him, right?
I didn’t even have to knock on the door, like always, before Trent pulled me in. His scent immediately wrapped around me. I shivered and allowed him to whisk me in. He closed the door behind us before he grabbed me in his arms again.
“I missed you,” he mumbled softly.
My breath caught in my throat as he pressed his forehead against mines and backed me up against the wall. A smile lit up my face.
“I missed you more,” I said breathlessly.
He chuckled and in seconds, my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck.
“Impossible.” He growled lowly before attacking my lips.
I ran my fingers through his soft hair and moved my lips I synchronization with his. Warmth pooled in my stomach and spread through my body. I moaned and pressed my lips harder against his. His arms wrapped around my waist as he held me closer to his cool body. It felt great to be pressed up against him. I could feel his hard toned body pressing up against me. It felt so good. My lips were moving quickly with Trent’s when I remembered what I was really supposed to be doing.
I placed my hands on Trent’s chest and tried not to be distracted by how good it felt.
“Trent, I sort of wanted to ask you something.” I said, a bit out of breath.
He did a little growl before he let me stand on my own two feet. I grabbed me in his arms and pecked me on the lips.
“What is it?”
I bit my bottom lip and twiddled my fingers. I knew he hated talking about that dream, but I really wanted answers. But then again, I didn’t want to piss him off. I looked at him with my best puppy eyes and kissed his cheek.
“It’s about the dream.”
He groaned and pulled away.
I sighed and frowned at Trent. Why the hell did he always act like that when I bring up that dream? To be honest, it doesn’t help tame my suspicion at the least. What the hell is he hiding?
I examined Trent. His face chiseled and gorgeous yet set in a deepened pout. His strong arms wrapped with muscles folded against his hard chest. He was looking at the floor, his eyes hard and unreadable. His foot was softly tapping on the floor, leaving a little tap noise with every step. His tousled hair let a soft strand dip into his beautiful gray eyes. His perfectly arched eyebrows were knitted together in anger, completing the look of a super hot guy who was angry – very angry.
“Trent, I want to know about the damn dream.” I pointed out fiercely. I crossed my arms and gave him a stern look.
He didn’t look at me. He just shook his head, his eyes still boring into the floor beneath our feet.
“There’s nothing to know about, Faith. It was a dream. How the hell am I supposed to explain a dream that you had?”
He finally looked up at me and his gray eyes were angry and blazing mad. I was taken aback by how much anger I was getting from him. But I wasn’t going to budge. There was something very unsettling about that dream. Starting with the fact that Trent gets so mad when I bring it up.
“Then why does the dream infuriate you so much?” I asked and cocked a brow at him.
“Because you keep bringing up something that doesn’t even make sense. Are you listening to yourself, Faith? You think I had something to do with a dream that you had. Just because I happened to be in it, doesn’t mean I had the same damn dream, too.” He angrily shook his head at me. “It’s just stupid,” he concluded.
I rolled my eyes at him. Did he seriously think I was going to give into his bullshit? I gave him a rough short laugh and shook my head at him. “Trent, this is your last chance. Did you, or did you not have that dream?”
His jaw was clenched and he looked away, then back at me quickly. “No.”
I gave him a long hard stare in silence. I was biting my tongue from saying something that I would regret. I ran my fingers though my hair and exhaled. I could feel my heart beating hard as I turned away from Trent and reached for the doorknob. I couldn’t believe I was actually about to walk out on Trent. It was pretty hard to do, considering I could practically feel his gaze. Everywhere his eyes skimmed over me, I felt a path of heat. It was hard not to turn around and just forget about the dream, but I didn’t do that. Instead, I threw open the door and walked out.
I didn’t cry when I got home. Instead I called Jamie. She answered on the first ring.
“Hey Faith,”
I sighed. “Hey Jamie,”
“What’s up?”
I nibbled on my bottom lip. “I’m a teenager in distress.” I mumbled.
She laughed. “Problems with Kyle?”
I held my breath. “Uh, no. It has nothing to do with Kyle.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
I didn’t know if I could tell Jamie. But, who else better could I tell? She would definitely understand and I highly doubt that she would judge. Maybe I can tell her about Trent and the dream. But if I do, would she call it stupid just like Trent did? It did hurt when Trent said it was stupid. He made me feel incompetent. I’m far from that. I know what I’m talking about. He had that damn dream and somehow I was going to get it out of it. And when he admitted it, I was going to ask him what the hell did it mean?
I realized that I was keeping Jamie waiting. I release my breath. “Meet me at Josephine’s in an hour.” I said and hung up.
I spotted Jamie looking at the menu at a booth near the window. She looked up and smiled at me. She waved me over. I took a deep breath and slowly over to her. Doubts were still running through my mind. Trent kind of made me feel pretty ignorant and stupid when he said it wouldn't make sense for him to have the same dream. If Jamie thought the same, then I would difinitely have to question my IQ. So was I wrong or right?
I walked over to her with a slightly forced smile. In my mind, I felt like I just exploded, but my exterior gave off a very confident person. I held my breath and plopped down in the seat next to Jamie. I pushed my hair behind my ear before smiling at her.
"Hey Jamie," I said and smiled at her.
She cocked a brow at me and eyed me curiously. "What's up now?" she pondered.
I sighed and studied her posture for a while. Her small frame gently rested against the table, her face perched up by a fist, her big emerald eyes glued to my face, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I nibbled on my bottom lip, and looked down at my nails. My black nail polish was chipped. I had to fix that.
"I'm with Mr. Lawrence."
I held my breath. waiting for the yelling and accusation, but all I got was silence. I looked up curiously, and realized that Jamie wasn't even paying attention to me. Her eyes were glued to something in the back of me. I snapped my fingers in front of her dazed face and she blinked twice, then looked at me.
"I'm sorry, Faith. It's just that Kaitlyn and Brittney are peeking over here and giggling." Her eyes went back over to them and they turned into slits. "They've been so mischievous lately. I feel like I need to stalk them or something to find out what the hell they're up to."
I turned around to see where they were. And there was Brittney and Kaitlyn, snickering at their little booth in the corner. When Brittney caught my eyes, she flipped me off and laughed harder. My face heated up as I turned back around and shook my head.
"Uh, that'll be taking things to the limit, don't you think, Jamie?"
She shook her head, and looked back at me. "No, I don't. They've been acting weird lately. I don't like the vibe I get when I'm around them. It feels as if I'm standing next to a possessed person or something." She shivered and looked at the menu.
I looked over my shoulder at Kaitlyn and Brittney. I really looked at them this time. I studied their features. Brittney, the classic blonde hair, blue eyed, cheerleader and Kaitlyn a red hair, freckled cheeked cheerleader. Nothing really seemed different about them. But that was before I felt a feel of unease wash over me as I continued to stare at them. I shivered and turned back around, rubbing my arms where goose bumps rose.
I nodded at her, a little shaken up. "Yeah. I feel it too." I said with a shake of my head.
We ordered our food, and when it came we sat in silence for a moment before Jamie spoke. "So, are you up to it?" she asked as she bit into her pastry. She dusted off some crumbs off her jeans, before looking back at me.
"Up to what?" I ask and sip my water. I look at her over the rim of the cup, waiting for a answer.
'To stalk Kaitlyn and Brittney - to see what's really going on in their peanut sized brains."
I raised my brows at her and placed my cup down. "Are you serious, Jamie?"
She shrugged at me, and looked over my shoulder at Kaitlyn and Brittney. "Why not? I mean, it's something to do and we can figure out why the hell they're acting so suspicious."
I had to admit I was pretty interested in knowing what the hell was going on with the two. But stalking seemed like taking it too far. But then again, it seemed like something was really wrong with Kaitlyn and Brittney. Really wrong. It was like darkness was a stench on both of them. And I was their target. So it would just be natural for me to be overly curious, right? Like, what if they hurt me or something? I guess I could just watch them from a distance to figure out what the hell is up with them, right? And it'll also distract me from Trent and that dream.
I looked at Jamie and nodded.
"I'm in." I concluded.
Jamie squealed and clapped. "Yay! We're going to be like spies. We should wear all black, and put on dark shades!"
I squinted my eyes curiously at her, but just let it go and shook my head. "No all black and no dark sunglasses. We're just going to act normal, and not hurt anyone, ok?"
Jamie shrugged at me, still smiling.
I sighed. "You're absolutely crazy for wanting to do this." I said and leaned back in my seat.
"Oh shut up, you just agreed to it."
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