Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
*head desk*
Honestly, I really wanted to hit the table with my head several times if I was sure it could grant me selective amnesia. If I could, I wouldn’t just choose to forget about today’s episode. I’d probably choose to forget the time I stupidly fell for a famous biker. It just felt so darn weird, having the paparazzi after us when I still considered Kellion and I no different from any other couple in our uni.
Seated opposite us, KC was doing her best not to smile after Kellion recounted what had happened while Lace was laughing her butt off, completely unsympathetic to my plight.
Honestly, of all the days for this girl to skip classes! Glaring at her, I wrote furiously on my board. GO BACK TO YOUR SCHOOL.
Lace just laughed harder.
“Lace, stop it.” KC was still struggling to keep a straight face. “It really wasn’t that funny—-”
I resumed rubbing my mouth free of Kellion’s taste.
KC ended up giggling.
*head desk*
Beside me, I could still feel Kellion’s eyes on me. He actually had his elbow on the table, head propped up by his hand, staring at me like he was mesmerized.
Like he was in love.
Yuck.
I scowled at him. He was so not helping, the way Kellion was staring at me only making the two other girls laughing nonstop.
“Do you know—-” Kellion said conversationally when he saw my scowling face, “—-I find the fact that you’re trying to rub my kiss off your lips extremely arousing?”
I quickly put down the napkin even as I turned to glare at him. God, this biker. Did he really have to say that?
In front of me, KC choked while Lace said loudly, “Gross.”
Kellion swiped the napkin from my fingers.
I yelped in protest, trying to get it back, but he kept it out of reach by jamming it inside his jeans pocket.
“No more, baby. I honestly think it’s a turn on, but I’m worried it could do something to your lips.” His voice was firm but gentle, his eyes revealing genuine concern.
“Aww,” KC gushed. “That’s so sweet.”
“Gross,” Lace said again.
Ditto, my friend, ditto, I thought even as I was torn between glaring and blushing.
When he actually reached for my lips, I tried slapping his hand away, but it was no use. He was just too quick, his lips twitching even as he easily evaded my blocks.
His fingers grazed my lips. “Seems okay,” he murmured.
Yes. They were so okay I could even try biting him.
Kellion only laughed. “You are a little monster,” he grunted afterwards when I managed to bite hard on one finger.
Before I could answer, rookies from Afxisi had come back, bearing fully loaded trays for us. It was awkward, having another student do something so seemingly menial for us, and especially knowing that these boys were probably a hundred times richer than I could ever be. But according to Kellion, it was part and parcel of their training, a way to make sure they didn’t become too blinded by their egos.
Everyone stared as the rookies silently laid the trays on the table and just as silently stood in one row until Kellion nodded his dismissal.
Lace shook her head with a sigh. “If only all the players in my school followed me that way.”
“That’s weird,” KC remarked with a concerned frown as she started digging into her pasta. “You didn’t have that kind of trouble before, right?”
“Yeah, well...these aren’t my old players.” Lace’s voice was flat.
I looked at Kellion, and when he nodded at me imperceptibly, I knew he had noticed the same thing I had. Lace had something going on, but she wasn’t the type to ask for help, even if she needed it. Right now, she looked like she’d do anything to change the subject—-
“Say ‘aah’.” Kellion suddenly had a forkful of salad coming at me.
Without thinking, I opened my mouth.
And there it was, my boyfriend had just fed me in public.
KC grinned. Lace pretended to gag. Me? I just wanted to kill myself because in my entire life, I had never thought I’d be like one of those couples.
God, this biker.
When I turned to Kellion, he had his phone out. JUST TO TAKE THE HEAT OFF LACE.
Oh.
He erased the message and wrote another one. BUT I ALSO WANTED TO TRY FEEDING YOU.
God, this biker.
Tearing my gaze off him, I took my burger from my plate and bit into it, chewing determinedly. It was that or be swept away by the weird electrifying jolt that had zapped my body at his words.
God, this biker.
He made it so, so hard for me not to fall more and more in love with him.
Unable to help it, I stole a look at Kellion. He and Lace were talking about basketball, and I secretly felt so proud at the way he didn’t patronize Lace about the subject just because she was a girl.