Not completely.

“You know my brother has a reputation for being a player, right?”

She nods. “I don’t want Dempsey…” Her teeth bite into her bottom lip. “You know that.”

I do know that. I can see how she feels about me. This thing brewing between us is chaotic and confusing, but it’s also incredibly powerful. It’s not a crush or an infatuation.

I’m drawn to this beautiful, quiet, broken girl.

“It’s okay if you did,” I lie. “He may be popular with the girls, but he’s a Park. He’d never hurt you. Dempsey isn’t like Levi.”

“I like someone else,” she whispers. “Someone I shouldn’t.”

This fucking girl.

“You need to leave,” I croak out. “Now.”

My words strike her and she flinches. “Okay, Mr. Park.”

I grab her shoulders, stopping her from moving past me. “Not because I want you to. It’s because I don’t want you to. Do you understand?”

Her eyes are wide and innocent. “I understand.”

Dipping my head down, I bring my mouth to her ear. “You have to leave because if you don’t, I might put my lips on yours, sweetheart. And that would be only the beginning.”

She turns her head, lips brushing over my stubbly cheek and stopping near my mouth. “Would that be so bad?”

The heat of her taunting words sends fire traveling straight to my dick. My fingers bite into her arms as I force myself to keep them there rather than letting them travel down and around her body.

“It would be very, very bad.”

“How come?”

“Because I wouldn’t know how to stop.” I close my eyes, inhaling her sweet, honeyed scent. “I’d become addicted.”

Her lips press against the corner of mine. It’s brave and maddening all the same. I want to chide her for doing it and reward her for her boldness. A savage groan of need rips its way up my chest. Without thinking of the repercussions, I open my mouth and nip at hers, capturing her plump lip between my teeth.

I’m jerked from my lust-filled haze at the sound of the bathroom door opening and a teenage girl making furious sounds as she stomps inside.

“Ughhh! I hate him!”

Willa freezes, gasping sharply. I reluctantly release her lip and pull back. Slowly, I hold a finger to my lips, signifying she be quiet. I peek out the door and am annoyed to find that I know the person standing at the mirror.

“Stay here,” I mouth to Willa. “Lock the door behind me.”

She nods and crosses her arms over her chest. Worry flashes in her eyes. Not for herself, but for me. It warms me to know she doesn’t want me to get into trouble.

Before I can second-guess myself, I slip out of the stall and storm over to Gemma. Her eyes widen in the mirror, taking in my appearance.