Chapter Thirteen
I felt strange around him and I didn’t know why. For some reason, I wanted to press myself up against him. To feel that heat of desire spread through my skin. To bury my nose in the crook of his neck and just breathe him in. Worrying my lip, I frowned. Where had he come from, and why did he smell so good?
My eyes moved down his body, and I felt my cheeks heat up. A black concert t-shirt was stretched across his chest. Jeans hung low on his hips, the knees were ripped. He was every bit the bad boy that I’d been warned about. Stepping to the side, I darted around him. I didn’t need some creepily hot guy to talk to in the middle of the dark, deserted sidewalk. That seemed like it would bring on more trouble than it was worth.
“Wait, cutie.” He called out as I hurried up m
