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lunged for it.
    He was faster than me, and moved it out of my reach.
    “Give me my purse,” I bit out angrily.
    “I know you’re angry, Chelsey, but just listen to me.”
    I shook my head. “You’re wrong. You don’t know anything about me. I’m not angry. I just want my purse back so I can go home.”
    He sighed loudly into the night air. A puff of heated breath floated from his thick lips as a white cloud between us. “Not until you listen to me. Let me explain.”
    “You don’t need to explain anything. I don’t care. You know what else I don’t care about?” I hissed. “I don’t care that you think I’m a joke. I don’t care that you’re a jerk for playing cruel jokes on me so you can laugh about it with all your girlfriends. And I definitely don’t care to ever see you again. Now give me my purse so I can leave.”
    I lunged for it again, but this time he didn’t move it away. His arm slipped around my waist and he pulled me against him. The breath was stolen from me, and his face was inches from mine.
    He smelled like cool mint, and I could taste him on my lips as his breath warmed them. It made me angrier that I wanted to taste more of him. His eyes were a stormy blue when mine found his, and they burned into me as he looked down at me heatedly.
    “Are you done?” he snapped.
    His anger only fueled mine.
    What exactly did he have to be angry about?
    “Good,” he continued before I answered. “Now, let’s get a couple of things straight, okay?”
    “I told you—” I started.
    He pulled me tighter against his body, and I felt his hardness pressing into my thigh. I froze. I’d never been so close to anyone, and I’d definitely never had anyone poke me with their desire. I couldn’t decide if I should be flattered or pissed off. One thing was for sure, it was enough to silence me, which was exactly what he wanted.
    I felt every hard curve of his body, and without my consent, my body craved more. I didn’t know what more it could possibly want, but need burned the pit of my stomach, and the sensitive spot between my thighs throbbed.
    His voice was tight when he finally spoke. “First of all, I don’t have a girlfriend or girlfriends . I never have. Secondly, I don’t think you’re a joke. I didn’t ask you out to make fun of you. I asked you out because I wanted to take you out. Period. End of subject.” He shook his head and sighed. “Was I late? Yes. I was about fifteen minutes late.”
    I opened my mouth to call him a damn liar, but the warning in his eyes made the accusation melt away on my tongue. My eyes dropped to his lips briefly before I looked away, my face flaming.
    “I’ve been waiting for you for the last forty-five minutes, Chelsey. I’ve just been on the wrong side of the fucking school,” he finished.
    My body went limp against his, as I searched his eyes for the truth. All I found was an intensity that took my breath away. I had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but everything inside of me was screaming to believe him.
    “You were waiting on the wrong side of the school?” I asked, accusation thick in my voice.
    “Yes,” he answered. “It never occurred to me that you might be over here. I was too pissed thinking you stood me up to think of anything else. Now, I’m just pissed at myself for not thinking of walking the whole school thirty minutes ago.”
    He hadn’t stopped to take a breath, and the whole time he talked I just stared at him feeling my chest expand with relief, happiness, and more excitement. I pushed away from him and he let me go freely.
    “I refuse to be the butt of anyone’s joke, Blaine. Just because you look—” I moved my hand up and down the length of his body. “The way you look, doesn’t mean you can treat me like—”
    He stepped closer, and my sentence and resolve halted as I stared up at him.
    “I don’t think of you as a joke, Little Doe.” A strange emotion flickered in his blue eyes. “Do you think us