Playing with Fire

West’s face popped into my vision. He boxed me, running his nose along mine, his hot breath wafting over my face.

“Texas Shaw. Fancy seeing ya here.”

“Well, you did drag me in here.” I clutched my books to my chest tighter, still unsure whether I was delighted or annoyed with his gesture. Yesterday, after the post-orgasm fog had dissipated and West had grabbed his stuff and left, I wondered what on earth I was doing. What were we?

A couple?

Friends with benefits?

A gorgeous, obnoxious, colossal mistake?

I gave him access to my everything—secrets, body, deepest, darkest thoughts—and I didn’t even know where we stood. It irked me. A part of me wanted to claim him as mine, but another warned me I wasn’t ready for the gossip that came with it. To the questions and whispers and self-doubt, when the world would no doubt remind me Sheridan’s best would never truly settle for its worst citizen.

West’s lips latched onto mine. He grumbled into my mouth as he pried my lips open, thrusting his tongue inside. I whimpered, my textbooks dropping on the tiles between us. A warm surge of pleasure pooled in my womb. Lord, the man knew how to use his tongue.

When he pulled away, it took me a few seconds to find my voice again.

“You owe me three textbooks. I’m not pickin’ these up.”

He looked down and laughed, kicking them aside.

“On it.”

“How can I help you, St. Claire?”

“Why, I’m glad you asked. Suck me off after our shifts tonight,” he said briskly.

“No can do. I have to look for caregivers for Grams.”

He gave me a look I didn’t like. It was the same look Marla and Karlie offered me. The one that told me I needed to look reality in the eye and start looking for nursing homes. They were more affordable in the long run, they’d accommodate her situation, force her into medicating, and she’d lead a more active lifestyle. I knew all that, but I couldn’t help but fear she’d never forgive me.

It wasn’t what she wanted.

At least, it wasn’t what she thought she wanted.

“I’ll help you out.”

“You will?” My eyebrows shot up.

“Sure.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He tapped his lips, leaning into my personal space, making a show of thinking about it. “Because I want to spend time with you. Ideally horizontally.”

I punched his shoulder. He pretended to stumble back, holding on to his “injured” deltoids.

“Horizontally, huh?” I rolled my eyes.

“Vertically too. How are your oral skills?”

“You’re not about to find out anytime soon. Tit for tat, remember?” I wiggled my eyebrows, feeling so normal my heart swelled. He swaggered back to my side, slipping his hand under my shirt and kneading my left breast, dragging his mouth from my collarbone to my neck.

“Speaking of tits, I missed those.”

“Such a romantic.”

“I can be anything you want me to be.” He grinned mischievously. “Other than a unicorn. I can’t be that.”

And truly mine, I thought bitterly.

I stumbled out of the men’s restroom, making a stop in the girls’ restroom to apply the makeup he probably ruined in his quest to nibble on my face, then went into the cafeteria, on the lookout for Karlie.

My best friend was sitting with a bunch of her brainiac friends, crouching over thick textbooks, arguing heatedly over something. West was three tables down, with Easton, Reign, and the football crew. Guess all was well between West and Easton, now that the latter was out of the picture and West and I were finally happening.

Easton raised a hand and winked at me good-naturedly.

Reign look the other way, avoiding my gaze.

And West? He flat-out ignored me.

I moved quickly, sliding into the seat next to Karlie, giving her arm a squeeze and disregarding the pang of disappointment prickling my chest. He didn’t even say hi.

“Hey, Karl! You having a good day?”

She started talking as I sneaked another look at West. He wasn’t looking at me. He was talking to Tess, who parked her hip on his table, schmoozing while flipping her raven hair.

He is not your boyfriend, my brain reminded me.

My heart, however, wouldn’t listen.

West and I quickly fell into a routine.

During the days, we’d be in college, acting like we did not exist to each other. So much so that people had stopped wondering if I were under his protection, and judging by our scene the night I showed up at the fight club, started talking about how we were archenemies. This made me even less popular—I was now officially the idiot who got on West St. Claire’s bad side—but now no one could accuse West for drawing attention to me.

I knew it was exactly what I’d asked him for, and yet, I couldn’t help but hate it when we passed by each other, training our faces to be cool and blank. Then again, the alternative of people knowing about us, and judging and whispering and talking about just how much I didn’t deserve the greatness that was West St. Claire, wasn’t really an option. I didn’t need a reminder to the fact most people didn’t think I deserved him.

On the days when we had shifts together, we’d work, laugh, talk, then head over to my place. He’d entertain Grams while I showered, reapplied my makeup, did the laundry, and made dinner. Then the three of us would eat together before I put Grams to bed.

Grandma Savvy adored West. He was charming, polite, and rolled with whatever mindset she was in. If she talked to him like he was Grandpa Freddie, he played along. If she recognized he was West, Gracie-Mae’s friend from the food truck, he’d be himself. One day he even pretended to be Sheriff Jones. Though I wasn’t impressed when he tried to carry on his charade as sheriff when we slipped into bed and he began ordering me around.

After dinner and putting Grams to bed, West and I would lock ourselves in my room and explore each other. Sometimes we were slow and leisurely. Sometimes fast and desperate. But we always clung to each other a moment too long, and every time we said goodbye, I watched his back from my window, knowing he was taking a part of me with him.

West made no effort to conceal where he stood about Grams. He wanted me to put her in a nursing home but recognized he wasn’t going to succeed where Karlie and Marla had failed.

That didn’t stop him from trying, though.