Page 23 of The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy 1)
Spencer's eyes narrow to slits, and he leans in close to me, exhaling sharply and stirring my hair. The motion makes me shiver, and I feel my nipples hardening to points beneath the tight wrap of my bindings. My breasts are near desperate for freedom at this point. I can almost imagine Spencer sliding my jacket off, fingers pulling the edge of the bandage loose as he turns me around in a circle and …
His eyes widen slightly, and a smug, male chuckle escapes his beautiful lips. Before I can figure out the source of it, Spencer's grabbing me by the chin and tilting my face up to his, a smirk working its way across his mouth. He's limned in moonlight, making his ash-colored hair glow with silver sparkles.
“It all makes sense now,” he breathes, his mouth far too close to mine for comfort. I try to pull away, but he's got a hard grip on my right arm, fingers digging into my flesh. “I don't know how I didn't see it before; it's too obvious.”
My turn to have my eyes widen, my heart pound. No. He knows my secret. He knows. He freaking knows. I open my mouth to protest, to beg him to keep it a secret, when he continues talking.
“You're gay, aren't you, Chuck?” he asks, and my lips part in surprise. Spencer trails his fingertips down the side of my throat, and I smack his hand away just before he gets to my chest. I have a feeling that if he touches me there, he'll know.
“I'm into guys, so what?” I snap, because that's not a lie. “That doesn't mean I'm into you.” I go to knee him in the balls, when he puts a leg between mine, using his body to press me into the tree. I grit my teeth, but I can't stop my heart from racing, or my body aching. Do I like him touching me, really? I refuse to admit it.
“Is that why you've been such a jerk, huh?” he asks, breathing against my ear. “All the sneaking around, and the standoffish behavior?” I close my eyes, but I can still smell him, a trickle of sweat working its way down between my breasts. I need to get back and take the damn bindings off. Then again, if I wasn't in such a rush to get down here after school, I would've done it earlier, and then maybe Spencer would've noticed something by now. Lucky me.
“Leave. Me. Alone.” My voice comes out in a growl, and Spencer grins, releasing me so suddenly that I stumble and end up on my knees in the leaves.
“If you had a crush on me, all you had to do was say something,” he adds with a laugh, tucking the fingers of his right hand into the pocket of his blue academy blazer. “Seriously, Chuck. You haven't made any friends at this school, and that's your own fault. Nobody cares if you're gay: we only care if you're an asshole.” He turns back toward the direction of the bonfire and disappears, leaving me with sweaty palms and a pounding heart I can't explain.
I suddenly miss Cody with everything I have.
“Dumbass,” I grumble, but honestly, the whole gay thing is plausible. I may just roll with it. Then again, one of the main reasons I want to stay hidden is because I'd like to avoid being hit on. If I come out as gay, I might have a few suitors. Like, imagine Ross lusting after me? Gross.
Spencer seemed a bit excited by the idea, I think, cheeks flushing. Although how stupid is that? If he is gay, then he wouldn't actually be interested in me at all once he found out, now would he? Not that I want him to be interested. Not that I care.
Not one bit.There's no curfew on Halloween, but it's also sort of a moot point for someone like me who doesn't have a car. While most of the other students pile in limos or fancy sports cars and take off, I'm left at the academy virtually by myself.
“Dad, please,” I beg, holding his keys in my hand. “Just let me go into town for a couple of hours.”
“So you can go to a party and get drunk?” he asks, standing in the kitchen with a single jack-o-lantern glowing in the window behind him. “Absolutely not. You don't know anyone here, and you have no friends to go with you.” Wow, Dad, way to rub it in. I frown, but he's nowhere near done with his lecture. “Besides that, you're still in hot water with the Student Council, and you haven't exactly behaved in a manner befitting someone who deserves a night out.”
“Seriously?” I ask, my mouth hanging open in shock. Sure, Dad was strict back home, too, but not like this. For Halloween last year, I went with Monica and Cody to this private beach party that her cousin was throwing. Yeah, we got drunk, but the worst thing we did was spray paint a giant dick on the lifeguard sign down the way. That, and Cody and I laid in the sand while the sun came up and made out. “You're going to make me hang out in this ghost town all by myself?”
