When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
"Prove it." His eyes gleam back, daring me to shock him again. For a second, I want to. But I know why Jeremiah wants to kiss me again-it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. He's already told me he doesn't do relationships, and guys like him are all about the chase. The second he gets his way, he'll be gone. "Like I'd fall for that," I say, landing another jab. He doesn't see it coming, so he stumbles back an inch. Briefly, I see what looks like hurt in his eyes, but it doesn't last long. Without warning, Jeremiah swings, but I duck before he can hit me, swooping behind him as quick as a flash. "You're getting fast." "Thanks." He swings at me, and I do the same, dipping before he makes contact. We dance around like this, him trying to jab me and me dipping and diving to